"
But Laurence, though sufficiently headlong and reckless, had not been
born a Scot for naught.
"Wait till there is necessity," he replied cautiously, "and the angels
shall not be lacking. Till then they are quite safe with me. For
security I carry them in a secret place ill to be gotten at hastily."
Gilles de Sille turned away with some movement of impatience, yet
without saying another word upon the subject.
"To the stables," he said; then turning to the concierge he added, "I
suppose we can have horses to ride after my lord?"
"So far as I am concerned," growled Labord, "you can have all the
horses you want--and break your necks off each one of them if you
will. It will save some good hemp and hangman's hire. Such devil's
dogs as you two be bear your dooms ready written on your faces."
And this saying nettled our Laurence, who prided himself no little on
an allure blonde and gallant.
But Gilles de Sille cared no whit for the servitor's sneers, so long
as they got horses between their knees and escaped out of Paris that
night.
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