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What did you want to kill the poor young creatures for? And then to boast of it! But no, not a viper. A lady. 'A lady? 'Yes a real lady; she wore gloves. She was riding. I hope you won't think I'm asking impertinent questions, but I wonder if you can tell me who she is. 'A lady riding in the Sentier des Contrebandiers? André repeated incredulously. 'She looked like one.
He hesitated, but Paul understood. 'Have you heard from her? Were you invited? 'Oh, dear, no, he answered. 'No such luck. I walked through the forest, by the Sentier des Contrebandiers. 'Ah, said André. 'And on my way what do you suppose I met? 'A a viper, responded André. 'The hot weather is bringing them out. I killed two in my garden yesterday. 'Oh, you cruel thing!
But surely, as yet, he had no ghost of a reason for dreaming that the two were one and the same. 'Now, let's be logical, he said next morning. 'Let's be logical and hopeful yet not too hopeful, not utopian. Let's look the matter courageously in the face. Since she rode there once, why may she not ride again in the Sentier des Contrebandiers? Why mayn't she ride there often even daily?
His father having been killed in a coining affair, Mandrin swore to revenge him. He deserted from the army accordingly, and got together a gang of contrebandiers, at the head of which his career in Savoy and Dauphine almost resembles that of one of the famous guerilla chieftains described in Hardman's Peninsular Scenes and Sketches.
Of course I may have been deceived. I didn't hear her speak. Do you think she was a cook? 'I didn't know any one ever rode in the Sentier des Contrebandiers. 'Oh, for that, I give you my word of honour. A lady or say a female in a black riding-habit; dark hair and eyes; very pale, with red lips and things. Oh, I'm not trying to impose upon you.
It was about half a mile this side of where the path skirts the road. 'You might stop in the Sentier des Contrebandiers from January to December and not meet a soul, said André. 'Ah, I see. There's no convincing you. Sceptic! And yet, twenty years ago, you'd have been pretty sure to meet a certain couple of small boys there, wouldn't you? 'Si fait, assented André. 'We went there a good deal.
Otherwise, how could she have found the Sentier des Contrebandiers? She wasn't from Granjolaye? 'There's no one at Granjolaye save the Queen herself. 'Deceiver! Manuela told me last night. She has her little Court, her maids-of-honour. I think my inconnue looked like a maid-of-honour.
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