Throne of Judgment, that your last crime was one of mercy." with the utmost rigour of the law, the Poles would, at their next rising-and no leniency could prevent "You knew no pity for me," said Pavel, "norit-find most willing tools in those very men upon do I know any for you. I, too, would have thanked you for an inch of cold steel in my breast, instead of the undying misery that has eaten into my very heart, and made me what I now am." There was no reply. Half-an-hour passed away; but neither Pavel nor the Count reckoned time as it fled. The Parisian bronze clock of Leroy on the console struck eight; but its silver tone was not heard by either, though the silence of death reigned in that fearful chamber. When the peasants, about to depart—having laden all the conveyances, of whatever kind, belonging to the castle, with their booty-returned to seek Pavel, they found him still sitting, in the same meditative attitude, in the corner. They approached the Count. Nature, more merciful than man, had freed the poor struggling soul from its earthly tenement. On hearing that his victim was no more, Pavel sprang to his feet; and, darting towards him, in his haste struck against the table, and his eye fell upon an open letter and a miniature. Some strong impulse, even at that moment of excitement, induced him to pause. He took them up, looked at them, thrust them into his bosom, and, without uttering a word, hurried from the chateau. whose ill-will their revolt at that time foundered. In this emergency, Government took a middle course. Troops were sent to those parts where tumults and bloodshed continued unabated-principally the circle of Tarnow-for the double purpose of intimidating the rebel nobles, and of suppressing the but too faithful peasantry. Justice closed its eyes to their first delinquencies; but it was necessary to check in time the extension of such horrors, which would otherwise ramify all over Gallicia, and become formidable even to the authorities; and thus many a devoted victim was spared. The Emperor then issued a decree which, without abolishing the robot, greatly diminished its hardships; reducing it, in fact, to the system that exists in Austria Proper, where it is considerably softened by the habits and manners of the nobility. The much complained of supernumerary days of labour at harvest time were suppressed, and the peasant's cattle were no longer at the unlimited disposal of the lord. There can be no doubt but the Government had calculated upon a passive resistance on the part of the peasantry to the rebellious measures of their masters; but it had not foreseen, and was altogether innocent of, its tragic development. Nothing, however, can persuade the Poles to think so. In the peasants, they see nought but the fruit of Austrian As the peasants went home, laden with their spoils, they passed Duski's dwelling. The unfortunate man had been delayed too long by the pack-aversion with which they are regarded by their ing of his goods and chattels. He fell into the hands of the marauders, who hung him over his own door-post-his ingrate heart thus paying the forfeit to his cupidity. Some days later, when Stepan, and a few of the more determined of the rioters, appeared before the Austrian authorities, at the nearest town, to render an account of themselves, and deliver up the papers they had taken from the chateau of Stanoiki, they left at the lunatic asylum a miserable maniac. The maniac was Pavel. "An insurrection of the Greek peasants, which now happened, It would be next to impossible to determine-so in the province of Kiova and the Ukraine, was attended with such rapidly and wide did this insurrection spread-whe-circumstances of barbarous and inhuman cruelty, that it seemed ther any one family fell the first victims of popular unhappy country had already presented. These peasants, who to take off from the horror of many of those scenes which this fury, their misfortunes serving as an encouragement had long groaned under the tyrannical oppression of cruel mas to the tumultuous peasantry elsewhere; or whether, ters, were now a signal instance of the badness of that policy which seems more likely, the movement resulting which would deprive any part of the community of their rights from one and the same cause, was simultaneous in as men, and degrade them to the condition of slaves. The poor, many places. But, as is well known, castle after great and the rich; yet we find, that where they are allowed to parin all countries, meet with much injury and oppression from the castle, and mansion after mansion, were attacked,ticipate in almost any degree of the common-rights of mankind, some of whose proprietors attempted to hold out against the mob, with the desperation of men who had no hope in front, and no expedient in the rear. For where could they turn for succour? Not, certainly, to the Government, against which they were conspiring, and within whose power they would scarce have ventured to trust themselves. and to partake of the general gifts of nature, they will, in times of public distress, adhere to the fortune of their superiors with the most persevering fidelity, and freely spend their blood in the defence of benefits of which they partake so small a share. But in the country of which we treat, where the bulk of the people can claim no rights, the cruel hour of weakness and distress was instantly seized upon as the happy opportunity to revenge upon their masters all the past injuries and oppressions which they ammunition, and stores, and many of the best men, were drawn "The peasants, accordingly, finding that most of the arms, The Austrian Government stood, then, in a criti-had suffered from them. cal position. On the one hand, the nobles expected signal punishment to overtake the murderers and out of the country, assembled in great bodies, and committed the despoilers of their friends and relations; on the most savage cruelties; murdering, without distinction, gentlemen, other, the peasantry anticipated recompense for ecclesiastics, Jews, Catholics, and United Greeks; and sparing their fidelity, and grateful acknowledgments for neither women nor children. The Sieur Dessert, Governor of having gained for the Emperor so easy a victory.mation of their designs from the Bishop of the United Greeks, Palawoes, and his lieutenant, having fortunately got timely inforIf the Government satisfied the lords, and humanity, by pursuing the perpetrators of these crimes saved their lives by flying to Rowna, in Volhynia; but the barbarous peasants massacred the Bishop for his humanity, The Governor of Simla had so little notice of his danger, that he escaped to Rowna in his shirt only, and left his wife and child sacrifices to their fury. Fifty Prussian hussards, who had the misfortune to be in the country buying horses, were murdered by them, under pretence that they were Polish gentlemen in disguise. To the Jews they bore a particular animosity, as they had been long employed by the nobility as stewards, in the management of their estates, in which office they treated these people with great cruelty and oppression; who now took a most cruel revenge, slaughtered many thousands of them, burnt their houses, destroyed their books and papers, and seemed as if they would leave no vestige that they had ever existed among them. Having called in the Haydamacks, or Zaporouski Cossacks, to their assistance, they seemed to threaten the utter destruction of the country; whole starosties, districts, towns, villages, were sacked and burned; and the devastation they made was beyond description. Count Potocki, Vaivode of Kiow, had no less than ten towns, and one-hundred-and-thirty villages, destroyed in his own territories." Indeed, one need not restrict oneself to the History of Poland, to perceive how adverse to man's nature was the feudal system. Similar atrocities have been its results in other countries, at various epochs. THERE AND BACK AGAIN. A NEW SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY, BY JAMES AUGUSTUS ST. JOHN, Author of the "History of the Manners and Customs of Ancient Greece," " Margaret Ravenscroft," " Egypt and Mohammed Ali,”&c. (Continued from page 585.) CHAPTER XVI. WHEN one has been riding for several hours, whether in a carriage or on horseback, it is often agreeable to take a stroll on foot, especially through the streets of a strange town, where everything one sees is new. This opinion I shared in common with the Dalmatian and the Milanese; so, having ordered a late dinner, which might as well have been called supper, we sallied forth to see the lions of Nove. cradle by her side, which she rocked occasionally with her right foot, keeping time with the other on the ground. She was gathering up a rent in a white lace veil, which hung in graceful folds over her dark dress, and added greatly to the interest of her figure. In a low, sweet voice, she murmured, rather than sung, a hymn to the Virgin. I stood still to look at the picture. At first her various avocations prevented her from noticing me; but when she did, pointing to an empty chair on the other side of the cradle, she politely invited me to sit down. I did not wait for a second began the conversation by enquiring, very superfluously I admit, whose child that was in the cradle. She replied it was her own; and then, uncovering its face a little more, asked me if I did not think it like her. All travellers have celebrated the beauty of an Italian evening. The air you breathe seems to be an intoxi-invitation, but immediately taking the proffered chair, cating fluid, which induces some degree of soft languor, while it excites and exhilarates. It is difficult to explain the feeling. There is a sort of perfume floating about you, which is neither that of groves nor gardens, nor yet of artificial composition. It appears to descend from above, and to impregnate every particle of the atmosphere; which, at the same time, is radiant with golden light, and put into a gentle, undulating motion by the breeze. you. "Very," I replied, "for it is as beautiful as an angel." Without noticing the compliment to herself, which, however, was not meant to be a compliment, since it was the simple truth, she exclaimed : And where is its father?" I enquired. 'He has just gone down into the town," she answered, "to buy something for me; he is so good. You must stay till he comes back-he will be here presently." It is delicious, when certain trains of thought come "You say true, sir-it is like an angel; and when over you, to slip away from company, and be alone; you came up I was singing a hymn to the Virgin as a but it is best when accident effects the purpose for thanksgiving for the blessing. I do so twenty times As we walked along, I could hear through thea-day-I am so happy!" open windows the rocking of cradles, and the sweetest lullabies sung over half-sleeping infants. No sound in nature is so sweet as a mother's voice, when she is hushing the child of her love to rest. There is something seraphic in it. All the charities, and loves, and happiness of our earliest years, rise up from the depth of the past, as we listen. We fancy that Heaven is listening with us, and pouring abundant blessings on the scene. Oh, how sacred a thing a mother is! What religion is in her love! How she prays, and yearns, and watches over the cradle, looking forward and backward through time, weaving bright destinies for her child, or dreaming of moments when her own soul was first steeped in the Elysium of delight, and the baby she is now gazing on began to be. Turning a corner, we entered a street, down which the sun was throwing a flood of glory, sheathing the walls and eaves with gold, and glittering with dazzling brightness on the casements. At the entrance of a lofty porte-cochére, sat a young woman, with a Just at that moment I made the discovery that my companions had disappeared. But it did not signify. I was determined to wait till the husband came back, provided he did not make a very long stay; and proceeded with the conversation. "Do many strangers pass through Nove?" said L. "I don't know; I seldom go out, except when I take the bambino into the fields." "And how long have you been married ?" "Just a year and five weeks last Tuesday; and yet, it already seems an age, I have enjoyed so much happiness in it." "Then you have not heard the Spanish proverb, that 'a year of pleasure passes like a fleeting dream, while a moment of misfortune seems an age of pain."" "I don't know what misfortune means. I have never lost a person I loved. My father and mother are living, with all my brothers and sisters, all younger than I, and all at home," down stairs, and he would let us out. At that moment there was a lady singing; and it immediately struck me that I had heard her voice before. It was so rich, so full, so sweet, there could be, I thought, but one And so you think," said I, "that happiness length-such in the world. It must be it was-Carlotta's. ens time ?" I trembled slightly. This, then, was perhaps her homeOh, very much," she replied; "for though, as you this her father's house; and here I should lose her comsee, I am young, still, I almost fancy I have lived for pany. My speculations were cut short by the entrance of ever. I can't tell when I began to think-when I be- the Governor, who approached us with a smile and a gan to feel when I began to be happy. I have always bow, and begged we would do him the honour to join been happy! Did you ever look on the water at sun-his party, which consisted, he said, of a few musical set, and observe how the sun's wake stretches away friends, got together in a hurry, to hear a lady who into the distance, till you don't know where it ends; had just arrived in Nove. We excused ourselves, on but it is all golden and glittering, and, though every the ground of being covered with the dust of the road; wavelet seems like the other, they are all bright-alland, at the same time, made a thousand apologies for alive with pleasure? It has been exactly so with my life-nothing but one endless streak of sunshine. But look,” cried she, "there is my husband. Ah! see how he smiles as he comes along; he is so glad to come back to me. Dear Giuseppe," said she, as he ap-lady of the house entered, and, with a sweetness and proached, "here is a strange gentleman who has been admiring our child, and to whom I have been saying I don't know what." the liberty we had taken. He felt quite gratified, he said, that we should have done him so much honour. Finding his persuasions unavailing, he left us; and we were beginning to think of beating a retreat, when the a grace altogether irresistible, insisted on our entering the salon. When we did, Carlotta rose, and, coming half across the room to meet me, exclaimed, "How very fortunate! Mamma and I were just saying how much we should have liked you to be here. But we were not aware you knew the Governor.” In reply, I related to her the manner of our introduc. ||tion; at which she laughed very heartily, and then took me over to repeat it to Madame BNever, per Giuseppe was a fine fellow, and seemed to be quite as proud as his wife of the little boy who constituted so large a portion of their happiness. He had been out buying something for supper, he said. He had it in his hand in a little basket, and invited me to join them. I sincerely wished I could, but my travelling companions would have thought it unkind; so, bid-haps, did three greater Guys make their appearance at ding the happy pair a good evening, and promising to a party. We were covered with dust from head to foot, call if I ever again passed through Nove, I took my had been smoking cigars; and, for my own part, with leave-not, however, without kissing the young Giu- my long beard and northern costume, I must have apseppe, who took it, wrapt in balmy slumbers, without peared the strangest of all figures. The Governor's lady waking. At the end of the street I met my friends, was puzzled, and, in the course of the evening, asked who were coming back in search of me. We then Carlotta if I were not an Africano. There is, in the Ita. continued our walk, and, shortly after sunset, reached lians, an innate taste which enables them to do everythe square, where, from the windows of a large, thing with grace. The apartment in which we were now fine house, we heard strains of very delicious music, assembled was full of elegance. The lamps, from which issuing like a flood. The Milanese affected a great || the light was diffused on all sides, were modelled after passion for singing; so, requesting us to wait a mo- the antique. The furniture was rich, without being ment, he stepped towards the door of the house, which gaudy; and the dresses and figures of the women sustood wide open, and, entering the hall, found there perb. Upon the whole, the men were less striking. a soldier, who informed him it was the Governor's Possibly I am incompetent to comprehend the physiog house, adding, with extraordinary politeness, that he nomies of musical men, which always appear to me might go up stairs into an unoccupied room, and listen wanting in expression, especially in countries like to the music, if he liked. Piedmont, where the political feeling is not permitted to develop itself, and impart grandeur and decision to the countenance. Men are there musical, because they can be nothing else. It helps to plunge them into that dreamy state in which a slave should pass his days-humming, whispering, crowding round pianos, fanuing ladies' faces, and talking nonsense. It is a woeful existence, worse than that led in many departments of Dante's Hell; and yet men exist for ages under such circumstances! And the women, what are they born to? Let lago explain for me-"To suckle fools, and chronicle small beer." "The Governor," said he, "is a very good gentleman; and I know I shall not offend him by taking the liberty to invite you." "But I have two friends waiting for me in the square," auswered the Milanese. "Ask them in also," said the soldier. When our free-and-easy friend came out, and related the circumstance to us, we laughed heartily; because, in the first place, we could hear the music much better where we were, and, secondly, because we thought the soldier was exceeding his duty, and that we should, probably, be ejected very unceremoniously by the Governor when he came to learn how matters stood. Upon the assurance of our Carbonaro, however, that it would be all right, we entered the house, and were conducted by the soldier up stairs into a small room adjoining that in which the party were assembled. Here, he said, we might sit as long as we pleased; and when we were tired, we had only to come It is a godsend in the country to catch four or five strangers at once, just to break the monotony of life. Persons who circulate perpetually among each other, gradually subside into a sort of animate clocks, that go on ticking for years, neither louder nor lower, beside each other. Tick, tick, tick, from morning till night, without the slightest variation. They may be very good people, altogether, and, as the phrase is, without vice; but their conversation is like ratsbane, and enough to kill one with a single dose--and yet, as I have said, it does not kill, but only induces mental lethargy, in which state men reach the age of Methuselah. Yet their existence, methinks, very much resembles that of a toad in a stone; they turn about, they hum, they mutter, they dream, they lie for ease now on this side, and now on that, and their blood congeals within them into a sort of virtuous paste, which has no more motion in it than a standing pool. At supper, Carlotta could not avoid whispering to me, "What would you take to settle down here at Nove for the rest of your life?" "Nothing short of yourself," I replied; "but with you, I could settle anywhere, and be happy." "I doubt it," answered she; " and I frankly confess that I don't believe either you or any one else could make me happy long in a place like this. A night and || a single party exhaust all its vitality. I am glad we are to be off to-morrow." This was one side of the picture. Shortly after, I found myself beside the lady of the house, who asked me what pleasure I could find in wandering about the world, leaving all my friends, breaking all my old associations, “and laying in,"added she, “ a store of restless ness for the remainder of your days." She said she had|| never quitted Nove, which every year acquired fresh charms for her. 66 In its quiet little churchyard," said she, "all my forefathers lie buried; and I often go there to count them over, and sit down and shed tears of pleasure on their graves. What tranquillity we enjoy! what a blissful ignorance of all that passes in the great world! My husband is contented with me, and I with him; and neither of us would change our situation for the best in Italy. We have three dear little children asleep; and if you could but see their happy faces when they first awake and kiss me in the morning! They send a thrill of delight through my whole frame; and, morning and evening, on my knees, I offer up only this prayer, that such as my state now is, it may continue With all the friends you see here, we have been familiar from childhood. The women were brought up in the same convent; the men went to school with my husband. We are like one family. We pray in the same church, we shall all be buried in the same churchyard; and we hope," added she, with a sweet smile, that we shall all hereafter meet in the same Heaven." for ever. 66 "God grant it!" cried I, greatly touched by the earnestness of her manner. I felt my spirit rebuked; and saw that happiness may be tasted everywhere, though not, perhaps, by one who has once known what it is to wander and be alone, and craves the excitement of perpetual change. My friend the Carbonaro had been trying hard all the evening to get up a flirtation with a musical young lady, but without success. The Dalmatian listened to the music almost in silence, but yet appeared to enjoy the evening much. It was one o'clock in the morning when we returned to our inn, where innumerable oaths had been showered on us by cooks and waiters for ordering a dinner, and not coming back to eat it; though, of course, it was not forgotten next morning in the bill. CHAPTER XVII. It is a great pity that pleasure should be so monotonous, otherwise I should never grow weary of relating my conversations with Carlotta, which often made me forget whether we were going up or down hill, whether the prospect was picturesque or otherwise-in short, everything but ourselves. We picked up at Nove a new set of companions, consisting of an English officer and his family, who intended to proceed with us as far as Genoa. They were all of them very agreeable; and the father, who had often gone the road before, proposed, when we became tolerably familiar, that we should spend the following Sunday at a lovely village in the Apennines, where, he said, he had once staid a whole day. We then began to compare notes, and found that we had for some time been neighbours, he having lived at a chateau near Morges, while I was at Lausanne. Of that chateau he related many curious particulars, of which, at the present moment, I only remember the following. As he spoke Italian perfectly, he related it in that language, for the benefit of Carlotta and her mamma: "One night," he said, "in the depth of winter, having staid up late in my library, I retired late to bed. The snow had been falling for hours, so that the whole country round was deeply covered with it. A strong wind, meanwhile, was blowing, and beating the flakes against my window, which shook and rattled, and conspired, with uneasy thoughts, to keep me awake. The old clock of the chateau had already told twelve, and one, and two; and still I could not sleep. There is an odd sensation produced, even in the neighbourhood of the Alps, by a snow-storm, which seems to be engaged in wrapping a winding-sheet around the earth, and preparing it for its everlasting rest. I had a blazing wood-fire in my room; and I got out of bed every now and then to cast fresh logs upon it, and keep myself comfortable. Now and then, too, I went to the win dow, and looked out. There was nothing to be seen, for the snow fell so thick that it filled the air, and allowed no passage for a single ray of light, though the moon was at that moment shining, I knew, on the backs of the clouds, and rendering them luminous for the wandering spirits of the Alps. Presently I heard the bell of the castle sound faintly, as it shook the snow off its back, and tried to thaw itself with motion. Ding, dong, it went, with a chill and low sound; which, however, wakened my man Francois, who, in anything but the best humour in the world, dressed, and descended to the gate. Presently I heard him knocking at my bed-room door. What do you want, Francois?' enquired I. If you please, sir,' answered he, here are two young women who wish to speak with you." 'With me,' I exclaimed, at such an hour as this? Tell them I am in bed, Francois, and that they had better come to-morrow.' "They say, sir,' answered Francois, that Mr. Duff is dead, and that they must speak with you.' "Mr. Duff!' cried I; Mr. Duff!-Who is this Mr. Duff?' "Don't know, sir,' answered Francois; but you had better see the young women, who are all this while shivering in the snow, and they will explain all about Mr. Duff,' "Well, bring them up,' said I, rather amused and interested; and, meanwhile, I got out of bed, gave the fire an additional poke, just to produce a fine blaze, put my night-lamp on the table, and, wrapping myself in a warm dressing-gown, with a thick nightcap on my head, stood prepared to receive my strange visitors. "Presently the door opened, and in came two timid girls, pushing two greyhounds before them, as if by way of protection; and, simultaneously, as they entered, both exclaimed "Monsieur Duff est mort.' [[ghostlike, as they swung to and fro, and struggled with the snow-storm, groaning sadly, through all their boughs, as though lamenting my coming fate. Of course there was no trace of road, or path, or mark of any kind by which to steer our course. Young women,' cried I, at length, do you know your way at all; and are you quite sure we are going towards Morges?' "Perfectly,' replied both of them; and then they muttered in chorus, Monsieur Duff est mort.' "Scarcely had they advanced ten paces further, when "They were, both of them, thickly powdered with both made a strange somersault, the lanterns disapsnow, which they might as well have shaken off out-peared, and, throwing up their heels, the girls sprang side, had they thought of it; but in they came, bringing into the air, and plunged forward into an abyss of snow. a large portion of the cold night air with them. The "I hope the practice is peculiar to me of swearchill went to my bones. Nothing but the points of ing on such occasions. Other people, most likely, their features were visible; and, as they held the grey-utter pious ejaculations. For myself, the habits of the hounds by their leashes, they looked like so many female Frankensteins, or animated icicles-exclaiming, again and again, Monsieur Duff est mort.' camp come over me, and prove too strong for every better feeling. After indulging myself with the luxury of a few oaths, which did not, so far as I could perIceive, tend in the slightest degree to mend the matto ter, I thought it would not be amiss to grope in the snow for my lost guides. To my extreme surprise, I found, on making the experiment with my stick, that the soft snow in front of me was of enormous depth, or at least appeared so. In a second or two I heard a struggling, and a murmuring; and the words issued from the snow- Help me, oh help! It was "They replied, "You must go with us, for the love of Heaven; for Monsieur Duff est mort.' "But explain, my dears,' said I, in what way am I concerned with Mr. Duff's death? He is no relation of mine.' "But there is a lady,' said they, reduced to de-as dark as pitch, and the cold was intense. spair by his death, and she wants to consult you; and "Where are you, old girl?' cried I, addressing the it is for her that we have come.' And then they mur-speaker. mured to themselves, Monsieur Duff est mort. "Here, monsieur, here,' answered she; and then a lump of snow seemed to get into her mouth and stop her utterance. "I was very much inclined to cry Hang Monsieur Duff, and you too;' but remembering that there was a lady in the case, I told them that if they would re- Just at that moment I had the pleasure to per tire to the next room, where Francois usually kept a ceive one of the lanterns emerge from the snow about good fire, I would dress, and be with them immediately.two yards in front, and the bearer after it. What As Francois assisted me to huddle on my clothes, he said he had strong doubts about the propriety of my going out on such a night with these young women. "Who knows,' said he, 'that they are not the accomplices of robbers, sent here to entice you forth, that they may rob and murder you, and throw your body into some hollow, where it may lie caked in snow till next spring, by which time they will have escaped, and baffled all suspicion?' had become of the other girl and the greyhounds, seemed a mystery. However, in due time the second lantern made its appearance; and then, turning a little to the right, I saw the two dogs standing on what was evidently a narrow bridge, which the young women had just contrived to miss. By following the track of the greyhounds, I easily found my way across; and on we went. Of course, I had long ago dismissed from my mind all idea of robbers and foul play of any kind, for the two girls were obviously as innocent as lambs, and had no fault but that of extreme silliness. Presently we got into a road, as we discovered from the hedges and trees on both sides; but had not walked on it long before we were startled by an infernal noise be hind. I had been in the East, and fancied it could be "Well, Francois,' said I, 'that is a serious consideration. The idea of being disposed of that way all the winter is unpleasant, especially as nobody will be hanged for it; no, nor even sent to the maison de force, which is much the same thing. However, I am not much afraid of these wenches and their greyhounds, and so shall go along with them to see all about Mon-nothing else than a troop of jackals sweeping over the sieur Duff's death, and the lady he has left behind.' "Francois shrugged his shoulders, and said no more, but evidently looked upon me as a doomed man, and accompanied us sorrowfully to the gate of the chateau, lighted by two lanterns, which, I ought to have observed before, the girls carried in their hands. As the gate of the chateau closed behind us, I own I felt rather uncomfortable. The snow, already above our knees, was still falling thick; and the lanterns, as the girls scrambled on before me, looked like two huge glowworms traversing the vapoury tail of a steamengine. Noiseless were our footsteps, and slow our progress. The trees on either hand looked chill and desert after a gazelle. Every moment the frantic yells came closer and closer. It was clearly a chase of some kind--of dogs or devils. We stood aside to let it pass; and, by lantern-light, caught a glimpse of some large animal darting through the snow, and several others in pursuit of it. "Ils sont les loups, monsieur!' cried the girls. The greyhounds hid themselves, trembling, behind the ample petticoats of their mistresses; and we all three, I fancy, felt extremely uncomfortable. At all events, I can answer for myself. The wolves had driven Monsieur Duff out of the heads of the girls, who repeated, again and again, They are wolves, sir.' We |