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then he slipped behind the bushes, like an actor darting behind the scenes as the curtain rises on a tragedy. "Do you know, Merle," said Gerard as they reached the chateau, "that this place looks to me like a mousetrap?" "So I think," said the captain, anxiously. The two officers hastened to post sentinels to guard the gate and the causeway; then they examined with great distrust the precipitous banks of the lakes and the surroundings of the chateau. "Pooh!" said Merle, "we must do one of two things: either trust ourselves in this barrack with perfect confidence, or else not enter it at all." "Come, let's go in," replied Gerard. The soldiers, released at the word of command, hastened to stack their muskets in conical sheaves, and to form a sort of line before the litter of straw, in the middle of which was the promised barrel of cider. They then divided into groups, to whom two peasants began to distribute butter and rye-bread. The marquis appeared in the portico to welcome the officers and take them to the salon. As Gerard went up the steps he looked at both ends of the portico, where some venerable larches spread their black branches; and he called up Clef-des-Coeurs and Beau-Pied. "You will each reconnoitre the gardens and search the bushes, and post a sentry before your line." "May we light our fire before starting, adjutant?" asked Clef-des-Coeurs. Gerard nodded. "There! you see, Clef-des-Coeurs," said Beau-Pied, "the adjutant's wrong to run himself into this wasp's-nest. If Hulot was in command we shouldn't be cornered here--in a saucepan!" "What a stupid you are!" replied Clef-des-Coeurs, "haven't you guessed, you knave of tricks, that this is the home of the beauty our jovial Merle has been whistling round? He'll marry her to a certainty--that's as clear as a well-rubbed bayonet. A woman like that will do honor to the brigade." "True for you," replied Beau-Pied, "and you may add that she gives pretty good cider--but I can't drink it in peace till I know what's behind those devilish hedges. I always remember poor Larose and Vieux-Chapeau rolling down the ditch at La Pelerine. I shall recollect Larose's queue to the end of my days; it went hammering down like the knocker of a front door." "Beau-Pied, my friend; you have too much imagination for a soldier; you ought to be making songs at the national Institute." "If I've too much imagination," retorted Beau-Pied, "you haven't any;
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