India 2001 books

It was a lovely summer evening, and at about eight o'clock hardly a
person in the whole village was to be found within doors; the elderly
were sitting smoking at their doors, husbands were saying a thousand
last words to their weeping wives, young men were sharpening their
swords, and preparing their little kit for the morrow's march, and the
girls were helping them; but everything was done in the open air. Jean
and Peter Stein were secretly preparing for a stolen march to Saumur;
for their father was still inexorable, and they were determined not to
be left behind when all the world was fighting for glory. Old Michael
was smoking at his ease, and Jacques was standing talking to him,
wondering in his heart whether Annot could be really angry with him,
when that young lady reappeared in the kitchen.
"Where have you been, Annot?" said Michael Stein, "you didn't get your
supper, yet child."
"I was sick with the heat, father; walking home from St. Laud's."
"I would not have you sick tonight, Annot, and our friends leaving us
before sun-rise tomorrow.


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