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Father Jerome, lay hands on
Foret, lest he fly. Why, my friend, have we so much time to spare, that
we can afford to lose it in foolish ceremony? Have we not a thousand
plans to mature--a thousand things to settle, which we must settle, and
none but we, and which we must discuss together? Are there not here
four, six of us, brothers in arms together? I count you one, Father
Jerome; and are we not here with the benefit of our father's advice?
When shall we all meet again, or when could we meet that our meeting
would be more desirable? Well, go if you will, Cathelineau," added he,
seeing that the postillion hesitated; "but every one here will tell you
that you are wrong to do so."
"Stay, my friend," said the Marquis, who understood well the different
feelings which perplexed the mind of the postillion; "stay, my friend,
and take your supper with us; you have undertaken a great work, and have
shewn yourself fit for it, do not let little things embarrass you.
Agatha, darling, see that beds be got ready for our friends.


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