St.-Émilion

Buzot was then an exile, pursued by unrelenting fury, and concealed in the caves of St. Emilion.

We did not leave St. Emilion until twilight had fallen, and there was no light to see anything else.

The vineyards between Bordeaux and St. Emilion stretch in almost one continuous line.

Then, a little later still, we arrived at the end of our journey—St. Emilion.

He soon made himself master of St. Emilion, and of the whole of Périgord.