No doubt Pavannes--this Pavannes--could guide me to Louis' address.

"My boat ?" "Yes, it is waiting," the Italian replied, his black eyes roving from one to the other of us.
"Then let it wait!" I answered haughtily, speaking with an assumption of anger.

"Plague upon you for interrupting us! I shall not cross the river now.

This gentleman can give me the information I want.

I shall take him back with me." "To whom ?" "To whom?
To those who sent me, sirrah!" I thundered.