Your handkerchief, Jeannin, to arrest the flow of blood.

There--now help me to lift him." "What does that mean ?" cried Jeannin, who had just laid his hand on the chevalier.

"I don't know whether I'm awake or asleep! Why, it's a---" "Be silent, on your life! I shall explain everything--but now be silent; there is someone looking at us." There was indeed a man wrapped in a mantle standing motionless some steps away.
"What are you doing here ?" asked de Jars.
"May I ask what you are doing, gentlemen ?" retorted Maitre Quennebert, in a calm and steady voice.
"Your curiosity may cost you dear, monsieur; we are not in the habit of allowing our actions to be spied on." "And I am not in the habit of running useless risks, most noble cavaliers.

You are, it is true, two against one; but," he added, throwing back his cloak and grasping the hilts of a pair of pistols tucked in his belt, "these will make us equal.

You are mistaken as to my intentions.