"Oh, Jacques, Jacques, how could you leave us! how could you go away and
leave us, after all that's been between us," she said, as he bustled
about to make some kind of bed for her in the little hut, in which they
were to rest for the night.
"Leave you," said Chapeau, who had listened for some time in silence to
her upbraidings; "leave you, how could I help leaving .you? Has not
everybody left everybody? Did not M. Henri leave his sister, and M. de
Lescure leave his wife? And though they are now here all together, it's
by chance that they came here, the same as you have come yourself. As
long as these wars last, Annot dear, no man can answer as to where he
will go, or what he will do."
"Oh, these weary wars, these weary wars!" said she, "will they never be
done with? Will the people never be tired of killing, and slaying, and
burning each other? And what is the King the better of it? Ain't they
all dead: the King, and the Queen, and the young Princes, and all of
them?"
"You wouldn't have us give up now, Annot, would you? You wouldn't have
us lay down our arms, and call ourselves republicans, after all we have
done and suffered?"
Annot didn't answer.
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