Part 119 (1/2)
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The sea, broken both above and below, passes like a canal--like aupon it like ducks upon the Loire; that's how it is”
”It does not signify,” said the obstinate M Agnan; ”it is a long way round”
”Ah! yes; but M Fouquet will have it so,” replied, as conclusive, the fisher off his woolen cap at the enunciation of that respected na as a sword-blade, found nothing in the heart of the oldbut satisfaction and indifference He said, ”M
Fouquet will have it so,” as he would have said, ”God has willed it”
D'Artagnan had already advanced too far in this direction; besides, the chalands being gone, there rele bark--that of the old reat preparation D'Artagnan therefore patted Furet, who, as a new proof of his char character, resumed his march with his feet in the salt-mines, and his nose to the dry wind, which bends the furze and the broom of this country They reached Le Croisic about five o'clock
If D'Artagnan had been a poet, it was a beautiful spectacle: the ih tide, and which, at the reflux, appears gray and desolate, streith polypi and seaweed, with pebbles sparse and white, like bones in some vast old cemetery But the soldier, the politician, and the a towards heaven to read there a hope or a warning A red sky signifies nothing to such people but wind and disturbance White and fleecy clouds upon the azure only say that the sea will be snan found the sky blue, the breeze embalmed with saline perfumes, and he said: ”I will embark with the first tide, if it be but in a nutshell”
At Le Croisic as at Piriac, he had re the shore These gigantic walls, dies for Belle-Isle, were, in the eyes of the musketeer, the consequence and the proof of what he had well divined at Piriac Was it a wall that M Fouquet was constructing? Was it a fortification that he was erecting? To ascertain that, he nan put Furet into a stable; supped, went to bed, and on the le Le Croisic has a port of fifty feet; it has a look-out which resembles an enormous brioche (a kind of cake) elevated on a dish The flat strand is the dish Hundreds of barrowsful of earth aamated with pebbles, and rounded into cones, with sinuous passages between, are look-outs and brioches at the sao, only the brioche was not so large, and probably there were to be seen to trellises of lath around the brioche, which constitute an ornaes that wind towards the little terrace Upon the shi+ngle lounged three or four fishernan, with his eyes aniayety, and a smile upon his lips, approached these fisher on to-day?” said he
”Yes,for the tide”
”Where do you fish, my friends?”
”Upon the coasts, monsieur”
”Which are the best coasts?”
”Ah, that is all according The tour of the isles, for exa way off, those isles, are they not?”
”Not very; four leagues”
”Four leagues! That is a voyage”
The fishernan's face
”Hear me, then,” said the latter with an air of siht of land, do you not?”
”Why, not always”
”Ah, it is a long way--too long, or else I would have asked you to take me aboard, and to shohat I have never seen”
”What is that?”