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Then as I turned to inquire for Michelot, I espied him leaning stolidly against the porte-cochere. "How long have you been there, Michelot?" I asked. "Half an hour, mayhap." "Saw you a closed carriage pass?" "Ten minutes ago I saw one go by, followed by M. de St. Auban and a gentleman who greatly resembled M. de Vilmorin, besides an escort of four of the most villainous knaves "
Not yet, at least. I can't see HIM go to jail." "Jail? There won't be any jail to this there never is. Jarvis will have to settle for the sake of the rest of us." Hammon's limousine rolled in under the porte-cochere, and a moment later the owner appeared with Lilas. Lorelei stared at her friend in genuine surprise, for it was obvious that Lilas was deeply agitated.
A first floor of some ten spacious rooms was selected in one of the bran-new stone mansions in a bran-new street in the fashionable Faubourg; a house that seemed to have been built for the habitation of giants; a house made splendid by external decoration in carved stonework, garlands of stone-fruit and flowers, projecting lion-heads, caryatides, and so on: no gloomy porte-cochere, but a street-door, through which a loaded drag might have been driven without damage to the hats of the outside passengers.
Of course, I am terribly unstrung and unhappy over poor little Rosabel, but I am not afraid of HIM. He will not come here. Tell me again just what he is accused of doing." The car had drawn up under the porte-cochere. Webster repeated the story he had had from Gilfillan. She sat perfectly still during the lengthy recital. "And to think " she began, but checked the words in time.
It was surrounded, yet not hemmed in, by trees of a considerable age. His host explained that these had belonged to the original farm of which all this Park Street property had made a part. They alighted under a porte-cochere with a glass roof. "I'm sorry," said Mr.
Had he not been vilely swindled by a pretended friend? Urging, lashing himself into a heavy, shuffling motion, he emerged from the porte-cochere and lurched off down the street. No time to think now, no time for second thought, for hesitation, for weakness. He had waited too long already. He had waited ten minutes, instead of five. Was Quarrier going to escape again?
He snapped his fingers and proceeded to the right wing, where the horses were. At nine o'clock he led Jane and Dick out to the porte-cochere and waited. He had not long to loiter, for she came out at once, drawing on her gauntlets and taking in long breaths of the morning air. She nodded briefly, but pleasantly, and came down the steps.
Colonel Fiske, so far from slackening his pace to help his young guests out of their predicament, laughed loudly and cracked his whip over the horses' ears. They went up the long, curving driveway like a whirlwind, and drew up under the porte-cochère of a very large brick-and-stone house with another abrupt jerk which upset those in the sleigh who had succeeded in regaining their seats.
We all know that house all of us who are familiar with the Paris of those terrible days. It stands quite detached a vast quadrangle, facing the Quai de l'Ecole and the river, backing on the Rue St. Germain l'Auxerrois, and shouldering the Carrefour des Trois Manes. The porte-cochere, so-called, is but a narrow doorway, and is actually situated in the Rue St. Germain l'Auxerrois.
The troopers had apparently seen fit or else been ordered to seek their beds, for the place had grown silent, and a servant was in the act of making fast the door for the night. The porte-cochere was half closed, and a man carrying a lantern was making fast the bolt, whistling aimlessly to himself.
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