It will be a merry life, Victor; no dicing, no tennis, no women, no wine." The Chevalier rested his chin in his hands, staring at the candle.

"On Thursday next there will be a mask ball at the Palais Royal; but the Chevalier du Cevennes will not be with his company.

He will be on the way to New France, with many another broken soldier, to measure his sword against fortune's.

And from the camp-fires, lad, I shall conjure up women's faces, and choose among the most patient.

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