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"I am perfectly in health, thank you," replied the Chevalier

The vicomte covertly ran his eye over his coained wonderfully in the fortnight The

air, the constant labor, and the natural iven a nervous springiness to his step and had

cleared his eyes till the whites were like china No; the Chevalier

need have no fear of De Leviston, was the vicomte's mental comment

"Well, you do look proper The wine is all out of your system, and

there is balsam in your blood A wonderful country!" The vicomte

stopped before his door

"Yes, it is a wonderful country It is not France; it is better than

the mother country Ambition has a finer aim; charity is without

speculation; and a man must be a man here, else he can not exist"

"That is an illusion," replied the vicomte "Only the wo as in France The

Co; the military seek batons without

war; and these JesuitsBah! What are they trying to do? To

rule the pope, and through hi at soood

faith"

"My thought did not include the great," said the Chevalier, quietly

"I meant the lower orders They will eventually becohest sense There is no time for dalliance and play; labor

is the ulate a man's

morals and habits There is no idleness here, Vicomte"