Peder Mork Monsted paintings
Pierre Auguste Renoir paintings
Another flash gleamed. Grimaud stretched out his arm, and by the livid light of the fire-serpent they distinguished a little isolated house on the banks of the river, within a hundred paces of a ferry.
One window was lighted.
“Here we are!” said Athos.
At this moment a man who had been crouching in a ditch jumped up. It was Mousqueton. He pointed his finger to the lighted window.
“She’s there,” said he.
“And Bazin?” asked Athos.
“While I was watching the window, he was watching the door.”
“Good!” said Athos; “you are all faithful servants.”
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