We shall go to the Landes perhaps some day, Monsieur, and you will see a country all the same as this sandy road, and great, black firs all the way along.

It looks like a churchyard; this is an exact specimen of it.

Look, the rain has ceased, and we can see a little ahead; there is nothing but furze-bushes on this great plain, without a village or a house.

I don't know where we can pass the night; but if you will take my advice, you will let us cut some boughs and bivouac where we are.

You shall see how, with a little earth, I can make a hut as warm as a bed." "I would rather go on to the light I see in the horizon," said Cinq-Mars; "for I fancy I feel rather feverish, and I am thirsty.