"Ah! M. Henri," said one of the men from Durbelliere, "how can we get
her again when we have lost our guns, and have got no powder?"
"How!" said Henri, "with your sticks and your hands, my friends--as your
neighbours in St. Florent took her, at first, from the blues; we all
think much of the men of St. Florent, because it was they first took
'Marie Jeanne;' let us be the men who rescue her from these traitors,
and these people will think much of us."
About two o'clock in the day a closed carriage was driven into Montreuil
very fast, by the road from Thouars; the blinds were kept so completely
down, that no one could see who was within it; it was driven up to the
door of the house in which the council had been held; the doors of the
carriage and of the house were opened, and two persons alighted and ran
into the house so quickly that their persons could hardly be recognized,
even by those who were looking at them.
"That last is Father Jerome, at any rate," said a townsman.
"Who on earth had he with him?" said another; "he must be some giant,"
said a third, "did you see how he stooped going into the door.
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