It's there that Lechelle will show himself; and then--and
then--why, then we'll go home, and get some breakfast, for it will be
nearly time for us to go to horse."
"Go home!" said Denot; "where's home?"
"Do you know the big stone house, with the square windows, near the
market-house?"
"Yes, I know it: but tell me, Henri: who are there? I mean of your own
people, you know--the Durbelliere people?"
"Why, we're all there, Adolphe--Marie, and Victorine, and Charles, and
Agatha, and my father and all. Poor Charles! You've heard of his state,
Adolphe?"
"Yes, yes, I heard. I wish it had been me--I wish, with all my heart,
it had been me," and then he paused a while; and again laying down his
sword and cap, he said "Henri, you're an angel; I'm sure you are an
angel; but all are not like you. I will not go with you now; but if
you'll let me, I'll fight close by your side this day."
"You shall, Adolphe, you shall; up or down we'll not leave each other
for a moment; but you must come with me, indeed you must.
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