post-horses. "Ah," said Cavalcanti to himself, "if I only had that
britzska, those two good post-horses, and above all the passport
that carries them on!" And he sighed deeply. The calash contained
Mademoiselle Danglars and Mademoiselle d'Armilly. "Hurry, hurry!" said
Andrea, "we must overtake him soon." And the poor horse resumed the
desperate gallop it had kept up since leaving the barrier, and arrived
steaming at Louvres.
"Certainly," said Andrea, "I shall not overtake my friend, but I shall
kill your horse, therefore I had better stop. Here are thirty francs; I
will sleep at the Red Horse, and will secure a place in the first coach.
Good-night, friend." And Andrea, after placing six pieces of five francs
each in the man's hand, leaped lightly on to the pathway. The cabman
joyfully pocketed the sum, and turned back on his road to Paris. Andrea
pretended to go towards the Red Horse inn, but after leaning an instant
against the door, and hearing the last sound of the cab, which was
disappearing from view, he went on his road, and with a lusty stride
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