which were harnessed, and put in the post-chaise in a minute, while the
porter fastened the portmanteau on with the assistance of a cord and
strap. "Here is the passport," said the postilion, "which way are we
going, young gentleman?"
"To Fontainebleau," replied Eugenie with an almost masculine voice.
"What do you say?" said Louise.
"I am giving them the slip," said Eugenie; "this woman to whom we have
given twenty louis may betray us for forty; we will soon alter our
direction." And the young girl jumped into the britzska, which was
admirably arranged for sleeping in, without scarcely touching the step.
"You are always right," said the music teacher, seating herself by the
side of her friend.
A quarter of an hour afterwards the postilion, having been put in the
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