As the Cure says, we could have lain on the grass
sunning ourselves all day long. Now it is nothing but work and
pray, never play, else you will save neither body nor soul. Master
Felix, I hope you will remember me if I come up to the Manor house."
"Ay, I will remember you, Jose," replied Felix, tartly; "but if
labor was the curse which Eve brought into the world when she ate
the apple, I am sure you are free from it. So ride up with the
carts, Jose, and get out of the way of my Lady's carriage!"
Jose obeyed, and taking off his cap, bowed respectfully to the Lady
de Tilly as she passed, leaning on the arm of Pierre Philibert, who
escorted her to her carriage.
A couple of sleek Canadian horses, sure-footed as goats and strong
as little elephants, drew the coach with a long, steady trot up the
winding road which led to the Manor House.
The road, unfenced and bordered with grass on each side of the
track, was smooth and well kept, as became the Grande Chaussee of
the Barony of Tilly. It ran sometimes through stretches of
cultivated fields--green pastures or corn-lands ripening for the
sickle of the censitaire.
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