CHAPTER XV

------“So hating, I say, to make mysteries of _nothing_” ----I intrusted it with the post-boy, as soon as ever I got off the stones; he gave a crack with his whip to balance the compliment; and with the thill-horse trotting, and a sort of an up and a down of the other, we danced it along to _Ailly au clochers_, famed in days of yore for the finest chimes in the world; but we danced through it without music--the chimes being greatly out of order--(as in truth they were through all _France_).

And so making all possible speed, from

_Ailly au clochers_, I got to _Hixcourt_, from _Hixcourt_, I got to _Pequignay_, and from _Pequignay_, I got to AMIENS,

concerning which town I have nothing to inform you, but what I have informed you once before----and that was--that _Janatone_ went there to school.

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