We cannot remain here always.

My cousins De Crecy are there, and my aunt De Coudremont.

We shall be among friends, Petronelle, if we ever get there." "If we ever get there!" sighed poor Petronelle; "we have but very little money, _ma cherie,_ and no passports.

Have you thought of asking M.
Deroulede for them ?" "No, no," rejoined Juliette hastily; "I'll see to the passports somehow, Petronelle.

Sir Percy Blakeney is English; he'll tell me what to do." "Do you know where he lives, my jewel ?" "Yes; I heard him tell Madame Deroulede last night that he was lodging with a provincial named Brogard at the Sign of the Cruche Cassee.