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CONSCIENCE HIGHER THAN THE LAW.
On leaving La Thuiliere, the driver took the straight line toward the pasturelands of the Planche-au-Vacher.
According to the directions they had received from the people of the farm, they then followed a rocky road, which entailed considerable jolting for the travellers, but which led them without other difficulty to the bottom of a woody dell, where they were able to ford the stream.
As soon as they had, with difficulty, ascended the opposite hill, the silvery fog that had surrounded them began to dissipate, and they distinguished a road close by, which led a winding course through the forest.
"Ah! now I see my way!" said the driver, "we have only to go straight on, and in twenty minutes we shall be at Vivey.

This devil of a fog cuts into one's skin like a bunch of needles.

With your permission, Monsieur de Buxieres, and if it will not annoy you, I will light my pipe to warm myself." Now that he knew he was conducting the proprietor of the chateau, he repented having treated him so cavalierly the day before; he became obsequious, and endeavored to gain the good-will of his fare by showing himself as loquacious as he had before been cross and sulky.

But Julien de Buxieres, too much occupied in observing the details of the country, or in ruminating over the impressions he had received during the morning, made but little response to his advances, and soon allowed the conversation to drop.
The sun's rays had by this time penetrated the misty atmosphere, and the white frost had changed to diamond drops, which hung tremblingly on the leafless branches.