Such is the monstrous condition of the law.

{263} It is a mere instance of what remains to be done, of the injustices that may yet be righted by an ardent, active, and philosophical deputy.' Jean-Marie put his faith in Madame Desprez; and as they drove forward down the road from Bourron, between the rustling poplars, he prayed in his teeth, and whipped up the horse to an unusual speed.

Surely, as soon as they arrived, madame would assert her character, and bring this waking nightmare to an end.
Their entrance into Gretz was heralded and accompanied by a most furious barking; all the dogs in the village seemed to smell the treasure in the noddy.

But there was no one in the street, save three lounging landscape painters at Tentaillon's door.

Jean-Marie opened the green gate and led in the horse and carriage; and almost at the same moment Madame Desprez came to the kitchen threshold with a lighted lantern; for the moon was not yet high enough to clear the garden walls.
'Close the gates, Jean-Marie!' cried the Doctor, somewhat unsteadily alighting.