I shall guard it for you in Egypt: you guard it in France for me." "With my life," cried Josephine, lifting her eyes and her hand to heaven.
Soon after this Raynal ordered his charger.
The baroness began to cry.

"The young people may hope to see you again," said she; "but there are two chances against your poor old mother." "Courage, mother!" cried the stout soldier.

"No, no; you won't play me such a trick: once is enough for that game." "Brother!" cried Rose, "do not go without kissing your little sister, who loves you and thanks you." He kissed her.

"Bravo, generous soul!" she cried, with her arms round his neck.

"God protect you, and send you back safe to us!" "Amen!" cried all present by one impulse, even the cold notary.
Raynal's mustache quivered.