I should be as hopeful as he, if I knew that the Henriette was in the river at Nantes, and that I had to my hand a dozen stout fellows I could thoroughly rely on." After paying a visit to the farm, praising Marthe, and arranging that she should continue to live there, they returned to the village.
"We will go over to the chateau, Leigh, before we do anything else.
I want to see how hot the ruins are." "I should think that they must be pretty cool by this time, Jean.
You see, it is nearly four days since it was burnt." "I have no doubt that the walls will be cool enough; but there was a lot of woodwork about it.

When the roof fell in it would smother the fire for a time, but it might go on smouldering, even now." "But what does it matter, Jean ?" "It matters a good deal.

I have with me only a hundred francs, in paper, which is not worth above a third of its face value.

I have here four thousand in gold, which I brought with me from Nantes, as soon as the troubles began.

I buried it one day under the hearthstone of the kitchen, thinking it possible that the Blues might come here.