Manon Lescaut (Paperback)

Excerpt: ...but one dollar left in my purse. Fright and fatigue had so unnerved Manon, that she was almost fainting at my side. My imagination too was full of the murder of Lescaut, and I was not without strong apprehensions of the patrol. What was to be done? I luckily remembered the inn at Chaillot, where we first went to reside in that village. I hoped to be not only secure, but to continue there for some time without being pressed for payment. 'Take us to Chaillot, ' said I to the coachman. He refused to drive us so far at that late hour for less than twelve francs. A new embarrassment At last we agreed for half that sum