She wouldn't call herself a republican; but her
sufferings and sorrows had greatly damped the loyal zeal she had shown
when she worked her little fingers to the bone in embroidering a white
flag for her native village. She was now tired and cold, wet and hungry;
for Chapeau had been able to get no provisions but a few potatoes: so
she laid herself down on the hard bed which he had prepared for her; and
as he spread his own coat over her shoulders, she felt that it was, at
any rate, some comfort to have her own lover once more near her.
Jacques and the old smith had no bed, so they were fain to content
themselves with sitting opposite to each other on two low stools; the
best seats which the hut afforded. Jacques felt that it was incumbent
on him to do the honours of the place, and that some apology was
necessary for the poor accommodation which he had procured for his
friends.
"This is a poor place for you, Michael Stein," he commenced, "a very
poor place for both of you, after your own warm cottage at
Echanbroignes.
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