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The Son of Clemenceau by Alexandre Dumas fils
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ministrations.

The courtships are long when love is based on respect. She gave repose
to the soul, not excitement to the spirit. He saw that she admired him
for his courage in daring so much--more than he had fully realized--for
the despised and trampled-upon, and she pitied one before whom yawned
the dreadful prison which rarely lets out the political prisoner with
enough life in his wrecked frame to be worth living out. But he did not
see that she was truth and that he should follow her. As the sailors
drive the ship toward the false beacon, near them and garish and
flaring, so he thought the erratic orb brighter than the serene fixed
star.

He felt ungrateful. This sneaking out of the town was ridiculous after
the heroic introduction to La Belle Stamboulane. He examined a pair of
pistols which the host had generously presented him with, when, after
the restless night, he rose with the dawn, and he determined to use them
if assailed. It is the inoffensive, quiet man who works most mischief
when roused--nothing so terrible even to the wolves as the sheep gone
mad. The student, having dipped his hand in blood, was now eager to be
attacked on the highway by a company of unrepentant Von Sendlingens.

This was no mood, however, in which to start on a journey of possible
peril. Rebecca did not appear at the breakfast table. She, too, had
passed a wakeful night, but it was in prayer for the safety of the first
real friend she had so far met among the Gentiles. The host looked in at
the conclusion of the meal. Nothing could wear a fairer aspect. Even the
hovering figures which he, for good reason, set down as spies, had
become tired of their useless quest, and disappeared with the fog that
floated amid the smoke of the numerous brewery chimneys.
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