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You cannot be even a curate. Are you really a cure? Ah, if the good God were but just, you certainly ought to be a cure! "'The good God is more than just, said my brother. "A moment later he added: "'Monsieur Jean Valjean, is it to Pontarlier that you are going? "'With my road marked out for me. "I think that is what the man said. Then he went on: "'I must be on my way by daybreak to-morrow.
I'll try and take him away." "How?" "In Canet's motor. It's over there at the corner of the street." "Please, please...." gulped Canet. "You must take him to Laroche," Manousse went on. "You will get there in time to catch the Pontarlier express. You must pack him off to Switzerland." "He won't go." "He will. I'll tell him that Jeannin will follow him, or has already gone."
"We must have the physicians from Pontarlier," observed the Commandant, aloud, "to examine the deceased, and declare what he died of. The old man has not been well for some time past. I have no doubt the physicians will find that he died of apoplexy, or something of the kind." "No wonder, poor soul!" said a sutler's wife to another woman. "No wonder, indeed," replied the other.
This was not cheerful intelligence, especially as we had set our hearts upon getting back to Pontarlier in time for the evening train, which would give us a night at the charming Bellevue at Neufchâtel, instead of the poisonous coffee and the trying odours of the National: the old man's instinct, however, led him right, and we reached Arc at half-past twelve.
To such a point did he carry it, that at one time, when my brother was speaking of the mountaineers of Pontarlier, who exercise a gentle labor near heaven, and who, he added, are happy because they are innocent, he stopped short, fearing lest in this remark there might have escaped him something which might wound the man.
To shut the mouths, once for all, of these foolish advisers, I proposed to Sauttern, without giving him the least intimation of the information I had received, a journey on foot to Pontarlier, to which he consented.
The heavy rain of the previous night unfortunately prevents us from following it to its source, a delightful excursion in tolerably dry weather, but impracticable after a rain-fall. By far the best, way is to sleep at Monthier and visit the source on foot, but fatigue may be avoided by taking a carriage from Pontarlier.
The Glacière of Vaise had proved, as has been seen, to be a mare's-nest; and yet, after all, it produced a foal; for while I was endeavouring to overcome the evening heat of Besançon in a spécialité for ice, I found that the owner of the establishment was also the owner of the two glacières of Vaise; and in the course of the conversation which followed, he told me of the existence of a natural glacière near the village of Arc-sous-Cicon, twenty kilomètres from Pontarlier, which he had himself seen.
A word of love revived her. Then, when the rosy dawn tinged the pale country between Dole and Pontarlier, the sight of the waking fields, and the gay sun rising from the earth, the sun, who, like themselves, had escaped from the prison of the streets, and the grimy houses, and the thick smoke of Paris: the waving fields wrapped in the light mist of their milk-white breath: the little things they passed: a little village belfry, a glimpse of a winding stream, a blue line of hills hovering on the far horizon: the tinkling, moving sound of the angelus borne from afar on the wind, when the train stopped in the midst of the sleeping country: the solemn shapes of a herd of cows browsing on a slope above the railway, all absorbed Antoinette and her brother, to whom it all seemed new.
The source of the Loue, near Pontarlier, is more striking than even that of the Orbe. The water rushes out in the shape of a fountain, and on one occasion, in November 1557, saved the town of Vesoul from pillage by a passing army.
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