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CHAP. VII. 



" The times have heen 

 That when the brains were out, the man would die, 

 And then an end — but now they rise again." 



Macbeth. 



It was on a Wednesday, and one of the loveliest 

 mornings I ever saw, peculiar to the soft climate of 

 sunny Southern France — for though the situation of 

 Chateau Sauvages is, properly speaking, central, still 

 the airs which whispered through the wilds and came 

 so warm to the cheek were all of more southerly 

 extraction — on one of these, the loveliest of all lovely 

 mornings then, having asked for some live minnows 

 for fishing, my friends and myself adjourned in the 

 first instance to the kennel. 



*' Come," I said, '*the hounds are looking fresher, 

 their eyes are cleaner, and more of them are able to 

 go out. What has happened to old Papajow's stern ? 

 He looks as little like a thoroughbred anything, as 

 any animal can well do." 



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