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148 ALFRED DE ROSANN. To be brief, the poor devil recommenced his march, somewhat happier than when he knocked at the cottage door on the previous evening; and Theodore felt satisfied with himself for having rendered a service to a fellow-creature in distress. In the meantime De Rosann and Belle-Rose had awakened from their slumbers, evidently refreshed with their night’s rest, and in good spirits to continue their journey. ‘We shall arrive in the neighbourhood of St. Brieue at a suitable hour this evening,”’ said Belle-Rose; “ and will sleep outside the walls. ‘T’o-morrow-night we shall see the spires of St. Malo, and the next morning we can walk leisurely into the town, put up at a se- cond rate auberge,* and send the landlord to have our passports signed at the Hote/-de-Ville. Whena respectable housekeeper thus answers for you, it is not necessary to go thither in person.”’ ‘‘ And how are we to settle our account at the ta- vern ?” inquired De Rosann, who found everything admirable in his companion’s scheme, except his si- lence on that head. “J have a little purse that will answer all exigen- cies,’ was the reply. ‘ Do you not recollect the wor- thy uncle’s present at Versailles, where you shammed his nephew with a handkerchief over your head 2”? “And yet I did not notice that you transferred it from your prison-garb to your present apparel, when old Plombier gave us a change of clothes in his little lodge.” : ‘Suffice it for you to know, my dear De Rosann, that I have a few Napoleons in my pocket now,” re- turned Belle-Rose, pulling out four or five pieces of the gold coin he named, “ But,’’ added he, perceiy- ing that Alfred was lost in astonishment, “I see you cannot comprehend how I passed that money into the prison at Brest; and the way I concealed it must for ever remain a secret, even from you.’ * Aninn. EOPMICGLOO KSq(EO)