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"That is better," said Mercier, as with some skill he tinted Barrington's face and then treated Seth in the same fashion. "Now listen. You, Monsieur Barrington, are Citizen Roche, your man here is Citizen Pinot. You are both officers of the Convention under the leadership of Citizen Mercier, a trusted servant of the Convention. Remember these names, Roche, Pinot; think of no others.
In the meantime, all the boys from Borgo Po who were near us were making motions to their comrade, to attract his attention, and hailing him in a low tone: Pin! Pin! Pinot! By dint of calling they made themselves heard. The boy glanced at them, and hid his smile behind his cap. At a certain moment the guards put themselves in the attitude of attention.
They were challenged and stopped, all three reining in their horses on the instant. "Business of the Convention at Versailles," said Mercier. "More heads, citizen?" "I judge so." "You are Citizen Mercier?" said the guard, holding up his lantern to look at him. "Yes. This is Citizen Roche; this, Citizen Pinot." The man raised his lantern and looked into each face in turn.
Brendan brought out a bottle of Pinot Blanc and poured them each a glass. "Dad," he toasted. They raised their glasses, drank, and were silent a moment. "I have something to tell you or ask you boys." Ann looked troubled. "I found your father in that small clearing in the woods, on his regular path, the walk he took most days after lunch. When he wasn't back, around four, I went to look for him.
Mercier led the way, bidding them keep close to him, and presently turned into a shed a stable. Three horses were there ready saddled. "Mount, Pinot, mount, Roche. We ride toward the barrier and journey to Versailles. We have urgent business that way." Barrington asked no question as he mounted. Mercier led the way out of this yard, into a narrow, cobbled street, then into a wider street.
Your names are as before Roche and Pinot. Mademoiselle is called Morel, a desperate young patriot, Monsieur Barrington. Do not forget that; only forget that she is a woman." They rode far that day, and after a few hours' rest, journeyed through part of the night.
"... the curious thing was that I found no money on the body, only a small gold charm set with a single emerald, so I knew it was the girl with the fur bonnet who had..." "... Pinot got away after putting three bullets into me, but I dragged myself to the window and shot him dead it was a real good shot...!" They rose to meet her and T. X. introduced her to the men.
When he passed before the schoolboys, they all waved their caps in the air. Those from Borgo Po made a great uproar, pulling him by the arms and by his jacket and shouting. "Pin! hurrah for Pin! bravo, Pinot!" I saw him pass very close to me. His face was all aflame and happy; his medal had a red, white, and green ribbon.
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