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they spent three days in the artaut family, thankful for the rest, the quietness and the kindness they received. m. artaut engaged a man he knew to take them on their journey, telling him that they were relations of his, and recommending them to his care. they set off accordingly, and, this journey was indeed a contrast to the last. their driver took the greatest care of them, and they arrived in safety at the bridge of beauvoisin, the frontier of france.the abbess of the abbaye-aux-bois, hearing that a pilgrim was in the habit of coming into the abbey church during dinner time �ϻ���������иߵ�θԡ�������when nobody was there, had her watched, and discovered that it was the duchesse de�ϻ�����������ģ�ط�����ϵ��ʽ noailles, who would stand for an interminable time before a statue of the virgin, talking and even seeming to dispute with it.mme. de tess�� had managed to preserve part of her fortune and was comparatively well off. she had more than once suggested that her niece should come to her, but pauline would not leave her husband and father-in-law as long as she was necessary to them. now, she saw that it would, as they were in such difficulty, be better to do so. mme. de tess��, suspecting that her niece was much worse off than she would tell her, sent her a gold snuff-box that had belonged to mme. de maintenon, which she sold for a hundred pounds. m. de montagu decided to ask for hospitality with his maternal grandfather, the marquis de la salle who was living at constance, and m. de beaune said he would find himself an abode also on the shores of that lake.the whole