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The Seventh Noon

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empty pocket-book. It was neither her own nor Arsdale's. Instead of finding relief in this, it drove her back trembling against the wall. Then with swift resolution she gathered herself together, picked up the wallet and hid it in her waist. As she did so, she turned as though fearful that some one might be observing her act. She made her way out into the hall again and there found herself confronting Donaldson--dusty, bruised, and dishevelled. He was leaning against the ladder. CHAPTER XI _A Parting and a Meeting_ He was still dazed, but at sight of her he recovered himself and stepped forward. "Are you injured?" she cried. "Not in the slightest," he assured her. "I think if I could have seen, I 'd have thrown him."
The Chouans

THE CHOUANS I AN AMBUSCADE Early in the year VIII., at the beginning of Vendemiaire, or, to conform to our own calendar, towards the close of September, 1799, a hundred or so of peasants and a large number of citizens, who had left Fougeres in the morning on their way to Mayenne, were going up the little mountain of La Pelerine, half-way between Fougeres and Ernee, a small town where travellers along that road are in the habit of resting. This company, divided into groups that were more or less numerous, presented a collection of such fantastic costumes and a mixture of individuals belonging to so many and diverse localities and professions that it will be well to describe their characteristic differences, in order to give to this history the vivid local coloring to which so much value is attached in these days,--though some critics do assert that it injures the representation of sentiments.
"It was dark--up there?" "Pitch dark. Did you see him go out?" "No," she answered, steadying herself under the influence of his steadiness. "I 'm sorry he escaped," he apologized. "Don't think of that now," she exclaimed. She moved nearer him, as though still fearing that he was concealing some injury from her. He rearranged his disordered collar and tie while she insisted upon dusting off his coat. He felt the brush of her fingers in every vein, and stepped almost brusquely towards the stairway. As a matter of fact he was none the worse for his tussle save for a good-sized bump which was growing on the back of his head. "He may be here in hiding or he may have left the house. I wish you would step outside until I search the place." "I shall remain here with you," she replied stubbornly. She was still weak from the excitement of the last few minutes, but she followed closely at his heels while he went into every room and closet