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"
Ah
,
I
know
the
way
--
you
get
good
sweetened
rum
over
there
.
"
"
Exactly
so
;
I
merely
wish
to
overtake
one
of
my
friends
,
with
whom
I
am
going
to
hunt
tomorrow
at
Chapelle-enServal
.
He
should
have
waited
for
me
here
with
a
cabriolet
till
half-past
eleven
;
it
is
twelve
,
and
,
tired
of
waiting
,
he
must
have
gone
on
.
"
"
It
is
likely
.
"
"
Well
,
will
you
try
and
overtake
him
?
"
"
Nothing
I
should
like
better
.
"
"
If
you
do
not
overtake
him
before
we
reach
Bourget
you
shall
have
twenty
francs
;
if
not
before
Louvres
,
thirty
.
"
"
And
if
we
do
overtake
him
?
"
"
Forty
,
"
said
Andrea
,
after
a
moment
's
hesitation
,
at
the
end
of
which
he
remembered
that
he
might
safely
promise
.
"
That
's
all
right
,
"
said
the
man
;
"
hop
in
,
and
we
're
off
!
Who-o-o-p
,
la
!
"
Andrea
got
into
the
cab
,
which
passed
rapidly
through
the
Faubourg
Saint
--
Denis
,
along
the
Faubourg
Saint
--
Martin
,
crossed
the
barrier
,
and
threaded
its
way
through
the
interminable
Villette
.
They
never
overtook
the
chimerical
friend
,
yet
Andrea
frequently
inquired
of
people
on
foot
whom
he
passed
and
at
the
inns
which
were
not
yet
closed
,
for
a
green
cabriolet
and
bay
horse
;
and
as
there
are
a
great
many
cabriolets
to
be
seen
on
the
road
to
the
Low
Countries
,
and
as
nine-tenths
of
them
are
green
,
the
inquiries
increased
at
every
step
.
Every
one
had
just
seen
it
pass
;
it
was
only
five
hundred
,
two
hundred
,
one
hundred
steps
in
advance
;
at
length
they
reached
it
,
but
it
was
not
the
friend
.
