The Refugees
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Arthur Conan Doyle. The Refugees
Part I. In the old world
Chapter I. The man from America
Chapter II. A Monarch in Deshabille
Chapter III. The holding of the door
Chapter IV. The father of his people
Chapter V. Children of Belial
Chapter VI. A house of strife
Chapter VII. The new world and the old
Chapter VIII. The rising sun
Chapter IX. Le roi s'amuse
Chapter X. An eclipse at Versailles
Chapter XI. The sun reappears
Chapter XII. The king receives
Chapter XIII. The king has ideas
Chapter XIV. The last card
Chapter XV. The midnight mission
Chapter XVI. "When the devil drives."
Chapter XVII. The dungeon of Portillac
Chapter XVIII. A night of surprises
Chapter XIX. In the king's cabinet
Chapter XX. The two Francoises
Chapter XXI. The man in the Caleche
Chapter XXII. The scaffold of Portillac
Chapter XXIII. The fall of the Catinats
Part II. In the new world
Chapter XXIV. The start of the "Golden Rod."
Chapter XXV. A boat of the dead
Chapter XXVI. The last port
Chapter XXVII. A dwindling island
Chapter XXVIII. In the pool of Quebec
Chapter XXIX. The voice at the Port-Hole
Chapter XXX. The inland waters
Chapter XXXI. The hairless man
Chapter XXXII. The Lord of Sainte Marie
Chapter XXXIII. The slaying of Brown Moose
Chapter XXXIV. The men of blood
Chapter XXXV. The tapping of death
Chapter XXXVI. The taking of the stockade
Chapter XXXVII. The coming of the friar
Chapter XXXVIII. The dining hall of Sainte Marie
Chapter XXXIX. The two swimmers
Chapter XL. The end
Note on the Huguenots and their dispersion
Note on the future of Louis…
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It was the sort of window which was common in Paris about the end of the seventeenth century. It was high, mullioned, with a broad transom across the centre, and above the middle of the transom a tiny coat of arms – three caltrops gules upon a field argent – let into the diamond-paned glass. Outside there projected a stout iron rod, from which hung a gilded miniature of a bale of wool which swung and squeaked with every puff of wind. Beyond that again were the houses of the other side, high, narrow, and prim, slashed with diagonal wood-work in front, and topped with a bristle of sharp gables and corner turrets. Between were the cobble-stones of the Rue St. Martin and the clatter of innumerable feet.
Inside, the window was furnished with a broad bancal of brown stamped Spanish leather, where the family might recline and have an eye from behind the curtains on all that was going forward in the busy world beneath them. Two of them sat there now, a man and a woman, but their backs were turned to the spectacle, and their faces to the large and richly furnished room. From time to time they stole a glance at each other, and their eyes told that they needed no other sight to make them happy.
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"Why do you say that?"
"Because I have to go, and she might need a protector."
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