I am told the dragoons have tried that trick with many ladies of quality." "If they deserved the name of men they would be ashamed of it." "Well, I think so too; but see how they treat the men! Have you seen a chain of galley-slaves on their way to Marseilles?
Certainly no treatment can be too bad for the infamous, but that nobles and gentlemen should be fettered along with felons, forgers, murderers, and such-like--ah, 'tis too bad!"[1]...
[Footnote 1: See "Autobiography of a French Protestant." Religious Tract Society.

A thrilling narrative, of which the Quarterly Review says:--"The facts are more interesting than fiction, and the incidents not less strange."] "But now we come to Bordeaux," said he, at length; and in fact, the increase of traffic on the water was sufficient of itself to tell us that we were approaching an important commercial city, while in the distance were seen the masts of ships of many nations.

Nearer at hand the richly-wooded heights were studded with the country seats of opulent merchants, many of whom either were Huguenots or had made their fortunes by Huguenots.

It was to be supposed, therefore, that we had many friends here; and, indeed, many were favoring our escape as much as they could without compromising themselves; but such jealous watch was being kept on the port that this was extremely difficult.

Soon my companion ran his boat in between two others similarly laden--as far as vegetables when, that is, for I know not they held any fugitives; and a great war of words ensued, in which it was difficult to know whether they were really quarrelling or not.
At length I got ashore, and found my way to the counting-house of my father's correspondent, Monsieur Bort.