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"I?" said Baudin, raising his head, "I have never been more happy." Did he feel himself already chosen? When we are so near death, all radiant with glory, which smiles upon us through the gloom, perhaps we are conscious of it. A certain number of men, strangers to the Assembly, all as determined as the Representatives themselves, accompanied them and surrounded them. Cournet was the leader.
"Quick," he said, "it is dark, but it does not matter, it is even all the better. Find me some one who has been a smuggler, and who will help me to pass the frontier." They brought him a small lad of eighteen; fair-haired, ruddy, hardy, a Walloon and who spoke French. "What is your name?" said Cournet. "Henry." "You look like a girl." "Nevertheless I am a man."
He had not given Lacoste a drink, hadn't even spoken with him, at the Riguepeu fair, but had passed the day with M. Mothe. Cournet had told him of Lacoste's having a headache, but had said nothing of vomitings. He had not seen Lacoste during the latter's illness, because Lacoste was seeing nobody. This business of the annuity had got rather entangled, but he would explain.
I have some with me; let me escape." "A gold nugget as big as your head would not tempt me. You are my finest capture, Citizen Cournet." "Where are you taking me to?" "To the Prefecture." "They will shoot me there?" "Possibly." "And my two comrades?" "I do not say 'No." "I will not go." "You will go, nevertheless." "I tell you I will not go," exclaimed Cournet.
Barthelemy, thin, feeble, pale, taciturn, was a sort of tragic street urchin, who, having had his ears boxed by a policeman, lay in wait for him, and killed him, and at seventeen was sent to the galleys. He came out and made this barricade. Later on, fatal circumstance, in London, proscribed by all, Barthelemy slew Cournet. It was a funereal duel.
At this statement the administrator of Belgian safety completely unbent, and said to Cournet, with the most gracious smile that the police can find, "That's all right, sir; stay here as long as you please; we close Belgium to the Men of the Mountain, but we throw it widely open to men like you." When Cournet told me this answer of Hody's, I thought that my fourth Belgian was right.
Amongst them there were workmen, but no blouses. In order not to alarm the middle classes the workmen had been requested, notably those employed by Derosne and Cail, to come in coats. Baudin had with him a copy of the Proclamation which I had dictated to him on the previous day. Cournet unfolded it and read it. "Let us at once post it up in the Faubourg," said he.
Suddenly, he perceives himself and his companions surrounded by a company of sergents de ville; a man touches his arm and says to him, "You are Cournet; I arrest you." "Bah!" answers Cournet; "My name is Lépine." The man resumes, "You are Cournet. Do not you recognize me? Well, then, I recognize you; I have been, like you, a member of the Socialist Electoral Committee."
It was several feet deep. This washed him. "Bravo!" he said. "I am very clean, but I am very cold." At four o'clock in the morning, as Henry had promised him, they reached Messine, a Belgian village. The two Custom House lines had been cleared. Cournet had nothing more to fear, either from the Custom House nor from the coup d'état, neither from men nor from dogs.
It was this hall, badly arranged, however, for a meeting where we could have deliberated, which had been the hall of the Roysin Club. Cournet, Aubry, and Malardier installed themselves there. On entering they did not disguise who they were; they were welcomed, and shown an exit through the garden in case of necessity. De Flotte had just joined them.
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