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 I am not going to turn my back on my aide-de-camp! I watched you from the roof of my coach over the wall. By the cross of St. Louis, I never saw so good a fight, and I have had fifty years of it, my boy. Here! take my carriage. They dare not stop that at their barriers. Those English horses can go like the wind: bid them carry you where you will."

George pressed his hand and whispered in his ear.

"Relays!" exclaimed the Prince-Marshal. "Then you are safe. Shut him in! And you, coachman, be off! Drive as if you had the devil or old Turenne in your rear!"

It was about this moment that Célandine, rushing into her young lady's room to comfort her, in the alarm, found Cerise extended, motionless and unconscious, on the floor.