Count Hannibal - A Romance of the Court of France by Stanley John Weyman
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"He can save by few or by many," the preacher answered devoutly. "We are of the few, blessed be God, and shall see Israel victorious, and our people as a flock of sheep!" "I see small chance of it," Tignonville answered contemptuously. "I know it as certainly as I knew before you came, M. de Tignonville, that you would come!" "That _I_ should come?" "That some one would come," La Tribe answered, correcting himself. "I knew not who it would be until you appeared and placed yourself in the doorway over against me, even as Obadiah in the Holy Book passed before the hiding-place of Elijah." The two lay on their faces side by side, the rafters of the archway low on their heads. Tignonville lifted himself a little, and peered anew at the other. He fancied that La Tribe's mind, shaken by the horrors of the morning and his narrow escape, had given way. "You rave, man," he said. "This is no time for visions." "I said naught of visions," the other answered. "Then why so sure that we shall escape?" "I am certified of it," La Tribe replied. "And more than that, I know that we shall lie here some days. The time has not been revealed to me, |
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