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Taking the Bastile

Chapter 6 ON THE ROAD.

Word Count: 1190    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

nd fear. Panic bade him take care of himself as he would be arrested and

nts led him to fl

over the country, as well as the knotty knees, although his heart, expanded by terror, beat three to a second. My Lord

s required of a good horse at the trot. He looked behind: no

stress Billet's mild-cured bacon and the pound-and-a-half of bread which Catherine sliced off for him at every meal. All France lacked bread

generous creature in creation and the

tes crossing the Jordan towards the ea

nt at a job-pace for a couple of hour

e as a Sioux Indian's, caught th

as coming at the gallop than he saw it ap

restored him the use of those long if unshapely legs with which h

one side and darted through the woods to Ermenonville. He did not know the place but he spi

eat a horse; Pitou's

ver his shoulder, he saw the horseman j

him so that he not only doubled his pace but

n running, gained on him, and Pitou hea

till the cut of a whip crossed his le

t-have you made a vo

t an end to the fug

he rolled over on his back, exhaustion an

p, while the farmer reined in Yo

uld come back to the farm late. I got to the end of the double-louis Miss Catherine gave me

"we have a lot to do at the farm, I don

he nickname for what we call detective police office

ontinued Billet, "if you c

not amuse myself by wa

dropped

r mysel

what did you kee

ir captain who had take

effort, get up behind me on the crupper and let us hurry into Dammartin. I will change

t use I shall be ther

ou have big fists, and I hold it for a fact that they are

wavering when Billet caught hold of him as of

eel, Younker was sent along at so fair a gait tha

m, where he left his man and horse in the yard, to run direct into t

t horse," he hailed him before he

beast is just harnessed.

ir warning that I shall br

I should li

ening," said the farmer, making the

en," answered Lefranc;

arga

glass

e who is tired with traveling thi

e was eating, the stableman, a good sort of a soul, rubbed him down with a wisp of hay as if he were a favorite horse. Thus feasted an

tou "forked" himself on, thoug

without ceasing to flick off the flies with her robust tail, the strong hairs lashing the

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