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Once
the
cab
was
also
passed
by
a
calash
rapidly
whirled
along
by
two
post-horses
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
Cavalcanti
to
himself
,
"
if
I
only
had
that
britzska
,
those
two
good
post-horses
,
and
above
all
the
passport
that
carries
them
on
!
"
And
he
sighed
deeply
.
The
calash
contained
Mademoiselle
Danglars
and
Mademoiselle
d'Armilly
.
"
Hurry
,
hurry
!
"
said
Andrea
,
"
we
must
overtake
him
soon
.
"
And
the
poor
horse
resumed
the
desperate
gallop
it
had
kept
up
since
leaving
the
barrier
,
and
arrived
steaming
at
Louvres
.
"
Certainly
,
"
said
Andrea
,
"
I
shall
not
overtake
my
friend
,
but
I
shall
kill
your
horse
,
therefore
I
had
better
stop
.
Here
are
thirty
francs
;
I
will
sleep
at
the
Red
Horse
,
and
will
secure
a
place
in
the
first
coach
.
Good-night
,
friend
.
"
And
Andrea
,
after
placing
six
pieces
of
five
francs
each
in
the
man
's
hand
,
leaped
lightly
on
to
the
pathway
.
The
cabman
joyfully
pocketed
the
sum
,
and
turned
back
on
his
road
to
Paris
.
Andrea
pretended
to
go
towards
the
Red
Horse
inn
,
but
after
leaning
an
instant
against
the
door
,
and
hearing
the
last
sound
of
the
cab
,
which
was
disappearing
from
view
,
he
went
on
his
road
,
and
with
a
lusty
stride
soon
traversed
the
space
of
two
leagues
.
Then
he
rested
;
he
must
be
near
Chapelle-enServal
,
where
he
pretended
to
be
going
.
It
was
not
fatigue
that
stayed
Andrea
here
;
it
was
that
he
might
form
some
resolution
,
adopt
some
plan
.
It
would
be
impossible
to
make
use
of
a
diligence
,
equally
so
to
engage
post-horses
;
to
travel
either
way
a
passport
was
necessary
.
It
was
still
more
impossible
to
remain
in
the
department
of
the
Oise
,
one
of
the
most
open
and
strictly
guarded
in
France
;
this
was
quite
out
of
the
question
,
especially
to
a
man
like
Andrea
,
perfectly
conversant
with
criminal
matters
.
He
sat
down
by
the
side
of
the
moat
,
buried
his
face
in
his
hands
and
reflected
.
Ten
minutes
after
he
raised
his
head
;
his
resolution
was
made
.
He
threw
some
dust
over
the
topcoat
,
which
he
had
found
time
to
unhook
from
the
ante-chamber
and
button
over
his
ball
costume
,
and
going
to
Chapelle-enServal
he
knocked
loudly
at
the
door
of
the
only
inn
in
the
place
.
The
host
opened
.
"
My
friend
,
"
said
Andrea
,
"
I
was
coming
from
Montefontaine
to
Senlis
,
when
my
horse
,
which
is
a
troublesome
creature
,
stumbled
and
threw
me
.
I
must
reach
Compiegne
to-night
,
or
I
shall
cause
deep
anxiety
to
my
family
.
Could
you
let
me
hire
a
horse
of
you
?
"
An
inn-keeper
has
always
a
horse
to
let
,
whether
it
be
good
or
bad
.
The
host
called
the
stable-boy
,
and
ordered
him
to
saddle
"
Whitey
,
"
then
he
awoke
his
son
,
a
child
of
seven
years
,
whom
he
ordered
to
ride
before
the
gentleman
and
bring
back
the
horse
.
Andrea
gave
the
inn-keeper
twenty
francs
,
and
in
taking
them
from
his
pocket
dropped
a
visiting
card
.
This
belonged
to
one
of
his
friends
at
the
Cafe
de
Paris
,
so
that
the
innkeeper
,
picking
it
up
after
Andrea
had
left
,
was
convinced
that
he
had
let
his
horse
to
the
Count
of
Mauleon
,
25
Rue
Saint
--
Dominique
,
that
being
the
name
and
address
on
the
card
.
"
Whitey
"
was
not
a
fast
animal
,
but
he
kept
up
an
easy
,
steady
pace
;
in
three
hours
and
a
half
Andrea
had
traversed
the
nine
leagues
which
separated
him
from
Compiegne
,
and
four
o'clock
struck
as
he
reached
the
place
where
the
coaches
stop
.
There
is
an
excellent
tavern
at
Compiegne
,
well
remembered
by
those
who
have
ever
been
there
.
Andrea
,
who
had
often
stayed
there
in
his
rides
about
Paris
,
recollected
the
Bell
and
Bottle
inn
;
he
turned
around
,
saw
the
sign
by
the
light
of
a
reflected
lamp
,
and
having
dismissed
the
child
,
giving
him
all
the
small
coin
he
had
about
him
,
he
began
knocking
at
the
door
,
very
reasonably
concluding
that
having
now
three
or
four
hours
before
him
he
had
best
fortify
himself
against
the
fatigues
of
the
morrow
by
a
sound
sleep
and
a
good
supper
.
A
waiter
opened
the
door
.
"
My
friend
,
"
said
Andrea
,
"
I
have
been
dining
at
Saint
--
Jean-au-Bois
,
and
expected
to
catch
the
coach
which
passes
by
at
midnight
,
but
like
a
fool
I
have
lost
my
way
,
and
have
been
walking
for
the
last
four
hours
in
the
forest
.
Show
me
into
one
of
those
pretty
little
rooms
which
overlook
the
court
,
and
bring
me
a
cold
fowl
and
a
bottle
of
Bordeaux
.
"
The
waiter
had
no
suspicions
;
Andrea
spoke
with
perfect
composure
,
he
had
a
cigar
in
his
mouth
,
and
his
hands
in
the
pocket
of
his
top
coat
;
his
clothes
were
fashionably
made
,
his
chin
smooth
,
his
boots
irreproachable
;
he
looked
merely
as
if
he
had
stayed
out
very
late
,
that
was
all
.
While
the
waiter
was
preparing
his
room
,
the
hostess
arose
;
Andrea
assumed
his
most
charming
smile
,
and
asked
if
he
could
have
No
.
3
,
which
he
had
occupied
on
his
last
stay
at
Compiegne
.
Unfortunately
,
No.
3
was
engaged
by
a
young
man
who
was
travelling
with
his
sister
.
Andrea
appeared
in
despair
,
but
consoled
himself
when
the
hostess
assured
him
that
No.
7
,
prepared
for
him
,
was
situated
precisely
the
same
as
No.
3
,
and
while
warming
his
feet
and
chatting
about
the
last
races
at
Chantilly
,
he
waited
until
they
announced
his
room
to
be
ready
.
Andrea
had
not
spoken
without
cause
of
the
pretty
rooms
looking
out
upon
the
court
of
the
Bell
Tavern
,
which
with
its
triple
galleries
like
those
of
a
theatre
,
with
the
jessamine
and
clematis
twining
round
the
light
columns
,
forms
one
of
the
prettiest
entrances
to
an
inn
that
you
can
imagine
.
The
fowl
was
tender
,
the
wine
old
,
the
fire
clear
and
sparkling
,
and
Andrea
was
surprised
to
find
himself
eating
with
as
good
an
appetite
as
though
nothing
had
happened
.
Then
he
went
to
bed
and
almost
immediately
fell
into
that
deep
sleep
which
is
sure
to
visit
men
of
twenty
years
of
age
,
even
when
they
are
torn
with
remorse
.
Now
,
here
we
are
obliged
to
own
that
Andrea
ought
to
have
felt
remorse
,
but
that
he
did
not
.
This
was
the
plan
which
had
appealed
to
him
to
afford
the
best
chance
of
his
security
.
Before
daybreak
he
would
awake
,
leave
the
inn
after
rigorously
paying
his
bill
,
and
reaching
the
forest
,
he
would
,
under
pretence
of
making
studies
in
painting
,
test
the
hospitality
of
some
peasants
,
procure
himself
the
dress
of
a
woodcutter
and
a
hatchet
,
casting
off
the
lion
's
skin
to
assume
that
of
the
woodman
;
then
,
with
his
hands
covered
with
dirt
,
his
hair
darkened
by
means
of
a
leaden
comb
,
his
complexion
embrowned
with
a
preparation
for
which
one
of
his
old
comrades
had
given
him
the
recipe
,
he
intended
,
by
following
the
wooded
districts
,
to
reach
the
nearest
frontier
,
walking
by
night
and
sleeping
in
the
day
in
the
forests
and
quarries
,
and
only
entering
inhabited
regions
to
buy
a
loaf
from
time
to
time
.
