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"_Monsieur_," she exclaimed, "_il faut que je vous gene!_"
"Immensely," said Mr. Raleigh with a smile; "but, fortunately, for no
great time."
"We shall be soon at home? Then I must have slept."
"Very like. What did you dream?"
"Oh, one must not tell dreams before breakfast, or they come to pass,
you know."
"No,--I am uninitiated in dream-craft. Mr. Heath"----
"_Monsieur_," she cried, with sudden heat, "_il me semble que je
comprends les Laocoons! J'en suis de meme!_"
As she spoke, she fell, struck forward by a sudden shock, the coach was
rocking like a boat, and plunging down unknown gulfs. Mr. Raleigh seized
her, broke through the door, and sprang out.
"_Qu'avez vous?_" she exclaimed.
"The old willow is fallen in the wind," he replied.
"_Quel dommage_ that we did not see it fall!"
"It has killed one of the horses, I fear," he continued, measuring, as
formerly, her terror by her levity. "Capua! is all right? Are you safe?"
"Yah, massa!" responded a voice from the depths, as Capua floundered
with the remaining horse in the thicket at the lake-edge below.


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