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    Chapter 27 - Page 2

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    terrible, that I should not wonder if you were arrested for them."

    "M. Chicot, you open my eyes; did I seem quite awake when I spoke?"

    "I must say you seemed very strange; you looked like a man who talks in his sleep."

    "Yet, I feel sure I awoke this morning at the Corne d'Abondance."

    "Well, of course; you came in again at three o'clock. I know; you left the door open, and made me cold."

    "It is true, then?"

    "True! ask M. Boutromet."

    "M. Boutromet?"

    "Yes, he opened to you on your return. And you were so full of pride when you came in, that I said to you,--'Fie, compère; pride does not become mortals, more especially monks.'"

    "And of what was I proud?"

    "Of the success your discourse had met with, and the compliments paid to you by the Duc de Guise and M. de Mayenne."

    "Now I understand all."

    "That is lucky. Then you confess you went to the assembly; what did you call it? Oh! the Holy Union."

    Gorenflot groaned. "I am a somnambulist," he said.

    "What does that mean?"

    "It means, that with me mind is stronger than matter; so that while the body sleeps, the spirit wakes, and sometimes is so powerful that it forces the body to obey."

    "Ah! compère, that sounds much like magic; if you are possessed, tell me so frankly; for, really a man who walks and makes discourses in his sleep in which he attacks the king is not natural. Vade retro, Satanas!"

    "Then," cried Gorenflot, "you abandon me also. Ah! I could not have believed that of you."

    Chicot took pity on him. "What did you tell me just now?" said he.

    "I do not know; I feel half mad, and my stomach is empty."

    "You spoke of traveling."

    "Yes, the holy prior sends me."

    "Where to?"

    "Wherever I like."

    "I also am traveling, and will take you with me."

    Gorenflot looked bewildered.

    "Well! do you accept?" continued Chicot.

    "Accept! I should think so. But have you money to travel with?"

    "Look," said Chicot, drawing out his purse.

    Gorenflot jumped for joy.

    "How much?" said he.

    "One hundred and fifty pistoles."

    "And where are we going?"


    "You shall see."

    "When shall we breakfast?"

    "Immediately."

    "What shall I ride?"

    "Not my horse; you would kill it."

    "Then what must I do?"

    "Nothing more simple; I will buy you an
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