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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III. Then an innkeeper's daughter! tj, that's the devil There my pride brings me off. Fahquhae. One forenoon I had been walking through the village, looking after my men, when, perceiving some officers, who, I knew, wished me to accompany them to Cambray, (a place I detested, ) I hastily turned round the end of the church, and passed up a back lane, which I thought had an outlet. I soon, however, found, that, unless I took advantage of an open door, which might possibly communicate with the street on the other side, I had got into a cul-de-sac. I therefore entered, but scarcely had proceeded half through, when suddenly that singularly-impressive tune, which I first had heard at Arras, burst upon my ear. In- stantly my mind became busy tracing the recollection of the party 1 had seen there. The association of ideas became stronger and stronger as the cadence died away; and, as I opened the door leading to the apartment from which the sound proceeded, I was prepared to discover my paysanne to be the daughter of my former host. The old man at once recognised me, and addressed me in a low voice; but, although I spoke to him for some time, I do not well remember either my questions or his answers. I was occupied with the figure of his daughter, who sat at a distance close to the window. Her lace cushion was thrown aside, and, from the confusion in which the threads and bobbins lay, did not seem to have been lately touched. She held, however, some work in her hand, but at the moment appeared absorbed in deep thought. I almost wondered that I recognised her. She was much paler; and her hair, instead of float- ing wildly and luxuriantly about her temples, was tightly braided over her brow, and confined below a little closely-plaited cap, such as is worn in the houses...