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All that night we travelled and all next day until Tours was reached towards evening.

There we halted for a sorely needed rest and for fresh horses.
Three days later we arrived at Nantes, and a week from the night of the Chevalier's rescue we took ship from that port to Santander.
That same evening, as I leaned upon the taffrail watching the distant coast line of my beloved France, whose soil meseemed I was not like to tread again for years, Yvonne came softly up behind me.
"Monsieur," she said in a voice that trembled somewhat, "I have, indeed, misjudged you.

The shame of it has made me hold aloof from you since we left Blois.

I cannot tell you, Monsieur, how deep that shame has been, or with what sorrow I have been beset for the words I uttered at Canaples.