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"
And
pray
,
"
asked
Franz
,
"
where
are
these
pistols
,
blunderbusses
,
and
other
deadly
weapons
with
which
you
intend
filling
the
carriage
?
"
"
Not
out
of
my
armory
,
for
at
Terracina
I
was
plundered
even
of
my
hunting-knife
.
"
"
I
shared
the
same
fate
at
Aquapendente
.
"
"
Do
you
know
,
Signor
Pastrini
,
"
said
Albert
,
lighting
a
second
cigar
at
the
first
,
"
that
this
practice
is
very
convenient
for
bandits
,
and
that
it
seems
to
be
due
to
an
arrangement
of
their
own
.
"
Doubtless
Signor
Pastrini
found
this
pleasantry
compromising
,
for
he
only
answered
half
the
question
,
and
then
he
spoke
to
Franz
,
as
the
only
one
likely
to
listen
with
attention
.
"
Your
excellency
knows
that
it
is
not
customary
to
defend
yourself
when
attacked
by
bandits
.
"
"
What
!
"
cried
Albert
,
whose
courage
revolted
at
the
idea
of
being
plundered
tamely
,
"
not
make
any
resistance
!
"
"
No
,
for
it
would
be
useless
.
What
could
you
do
against
a
dozen
bandits
who
spring
out
of
some
pit
,
ruin
,
or
aqueduct
,
and
level
their
pieces
at
you
?
"
"
Eh
,
parbleu
!
--
they
should
kill
me
.
"
The
inn-keeper
turned
to
Franz
with
an
air
that
seemed
to
say
,
"
Your
friend
is
decidedly
mad
.
"
"
My
dear
Albert
,
"
returned
Franz
,
"
your
answer
is
sublime
,
and
worthy
the
'
Let
him
die
,
'
of
Corneille
,
only
,
when
Horace
made
that
answer
,
the
safety
of
Rome
was
concerned
;
but
,
as
for
us
,
it
is
only
to
gratify
a
whim
,
and
it
would
be
ridiculous
to
risk
our
lives
for
so
foolish
a
motive
.
"
Albert
poured
himself
out
a
glass
of
lacryma
Christi
,
which
he
sipped
at
intervals
,
muttering
some
unintelligible
words
.
