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and on the west by the inaccessible granite rock on which it stands。
Seen from the Promenade； this magnificent relic of the Middle Ages； wrapped in its ivy mantle； adorned with its square or rounded towers； in either of which a whole regiment could be quartered；the castle； the town； and the rock； protected by walls with sheer surfaces； or by the glacis of the fortifications； form a huge horseshoe； lined with precipices； on which the Bretons have； in course of ages； cut various narrow footways。 Here and there the rocks push out like architectural adornments。 Streamlets issue from the fissures； where the roots of stunted trees are nourished。 Farther on； a few rocky slopes； less perpendicular than the rest； afford a scanty pasture for the goats。 On all sides heather； growing from every crevice； flings its rosy garlands over the dark； uneven surface of the ground。 At the bottom of this vast funnel the little river winds through meadows that are always cool and green； lying softly like a carpet。
Beneath the castle and among the granite boulders is a church dedicated to Saint…Sulpice； whose name is given to the suburb which lies across the Nancon。 This suburb； flung as it were to the bottom of a precipice； and its church； the spire of which does not rise to the height of the rocks which threaten to crush it； are picturesquely watered by several affluents of the Nancon； shaded by trees and brightened by gardens。 The whole region of Fougeres； its suburbs； its churches； and the hills of Saint…Sulpice are surrounded by the heights of Rille； which form part of a general range of mountains enclosing the broad valley of Couesnon。
Such are the chief features of this landscape； the principal characteristic of which is a rugged wildness softened by smiling accidents； by a happy blending of the finest works of men's hands with the capricious lay of a land full of unexpected contrasts； by a something； hardly to be explained； which surprises； astonishes； and puzzles。 In no other part of France can the traveller meet with such grandiose contrasts as those offered by the great basin of the Couesnon； and the valleys hidden among the rocks of Fougeres and the heights of Rille。 Their beauty is of that unspeakable kind in which chance triumphs and all the harmonies of Nature do their part。 The clear； limpid； flowing waters； the mountains clothed with the vigorous vegetation of those regions； the sombre rocks； the graceful buildings； the fortifications raised by nature； and the granite towers built by man； combined with all the artifices of light and shade； with the contrasts of the varieties of foliage； with the groups of houses where an active population swarms； with the lonely barren places where the granite will not suffer even the lichen to fasten on its surface； in short； with all the ideas we ask a landscape to possess： grace and awfulness； poesy with its renascent magic； sublime pictures； delightful ruralities；all these are here； it is Brittany in bloom。
The tower called the Papegaut； against which the house now occupied by Mademoiselle de Verneuil rested； has its base at the very bottom of the precipice； and rises to the esplanade which forms the cornice or terrace before the church of Saint…Leonard。 From Marie's house； which was open on three sides； could be seen the horseshoe （which begins at the tower itself）； the winding valley of the Nancon； and the square of Saint…Leonard。 It is one of a group of wooden buildings standing parallel with the western side of the church； with which they form an alley…way； the farther end of which opens on a steep street skirting the church and leading to the gate of Saint…Leonard； along which Mademoiselle de Verneuil now made her way。
Marie naturally avoided entering the square of the church which was then above her； and turned towards the Promenade。 The magnificence of the scene which met her eyes silenced for a moment the tumult of her passions。 She admired the vast trend of the valley； which her eyes took in； from the summit of La Pelerine to the plateau where the main road to Vitry passes； then her eyes rested on the Nid…aux…Crocs and the winding gorges of the Val de Gibarry； the crests of which were bathed in the misty glow of the setting sun。 She was almost frightened by the depth of the valley of the Nancon； the tallest poplars of which scarcely reached to the level of the gardens below the Queen's Staircase。 At this time of day the smoke from the houses in the suburbs and in the valleys made a vapor in the air； through which the various objects had a bluish tinge； the brilliant colors of the day were beginning to fade； the firmament took a pearly tone； the moon was casting its veil of light into the ravine； all things tended to plunge the soul into reverie and bring back the memory of those beloved。
In a moment the scene before her was powerless to hold Marie's thoughts。 In vain did the setting sun cast its gold…dust and its crimson sheets to the depths of the river and along the meadows and over the graceful buildings strewn among the rocks； she stood immovable； gazing at the heights of the Mont Saint…Sulpice。 The frantic hope which had led her to the Promenade was miraculously realized。 Among the gorse and bracken which grew upon those heights she was certain that she recognized； in spite of the goatskins which they wore； a number of the guests at La Vivetiere； and among them the Gars； whose every moment became vivid to her eyes in the softened light of the sinking sun。 A few steps back of the ground of men she distinguished her enemy； Madame du Gua。 For a moment Marie fancied that she dreamed； but her rival's hatred soon proved to her that the dream was a living one。 The attention she was giving to the least little gesture of the marquis prevented her from observing the care with which Madame du Gua aimed a musket at her。 But a shot which woke the echoes of the mountains； and a ball that whistled past her warned Mademoiselle de Verneuil of her rival's determination。 〃She sends me her card；〃 thought Marie； smiling。 Instantly a 〃Qui vive？〃 echoing from sentry to sentry； from the castle to the Porte Saint…Leonard； proved to the Chouans the alertness of the Blues； inasmuch as the least accessible of their ramparts was so well guarded。
〃It is sheand he；〃 muttered Marie to herself。
To seek the marquis； follow his steps and overtake him； was a thought that flashed like lightning through her mind。 〃I have no weapon！〃 she cried。 She remembered that on leaving Paris she had flung into a trunk an elegant dagger formerly belonging to a sultana； which she had jestingly brought with her to the theatre of war； as some persons take note…books in which to jot down their travelling ideas； she was less attracted by the prospect of shedding blood than by the pleasure of wearing a pretty weapon studded with precious stones； and playing with a blade that was stainless。 Three days earlier she had deeply regretted having put this dagger in a trunk； when to escape her enemies at La Vivetiere she had thought for a moment of killing herself。 She now returned to the house； found the weapon； put it in her belt； wrapped a large shawl round her shoulders and a black lace scarf about her hair； and covered her head with one of those broad… brimmed hats distinctive of Chouans which belonged to a servant of the house。 Then； with the presence of mind which excited passions often give； she took the glove which Marche…a…Terre had given her as a safeguard； and saying； in reply to Francine's terrible looks； 〃I would seek him in hell；〃 she returned to the Promenade。
The Gars was still at the same place； but alone。 By the direction of his telescope he seemed to be examining with the careful attention of a commander the various paths across the Nancon； the Queen's Staircase； and the road leading through the Porte Saint…Sulpice and round the church of that name； where it meets the high…road under range of the guns at the castle。 Mademoiselle de Verneuil took one of the little paths made by goats and their keepers leading down from the Promenade； reached the Staircase； then the bottom of the ravine； crossed the Nancon and the suburb； and divining like a bird in the desert her right course among the dangerous precipices of the Mont Saint…Sulpice； she followed a slippery track defined upon the granite； and in spite of the prickly gorse and reeds and loose stones which hindered her； she climbed the steep ascent with an energy greater perhaps than that of a man；the energy momentarily possessed by a woman under the influence of passion。
Night overtook her as she endeavored by the failing moonlight to make out the path the marquis must have taken； an obstinate quest without reward； for the dead silence about her was sufficient proof of the withdrawal of the Chouans and their leader。 This effort of passion collapsed with the hope that inspired it。 Finding herself alone； after nightfall； in a hostile country； she began to reflect； and Hulot's advice； together with the recollection of Madame du Gua's attempt； made her tremble with fear。 The stillness of the night； so deep in mountain regions； enabled her to hear the fall of every leaf even at a distance； and these slight sounds vibrated on the air as though to give a measure of the