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Maitre Couture, highly indignant, rose to protest against the insinuation of the witness Donzelle, but the President of the court and the Avocat-General hastened to say that the eminent and honourable advocate was at no need to justify himself. The President sternly reprimanded Donzelle and sent him back to his seat. The Avocat-General, M. de Broe, stated the case for the prosecution.
Approaching the door, with the portfolio, Obenreizer discovered, to his astonishment, that there were no means whatever of opening it from the outside. "There is a second door to this room?" said Obenreizer, appealing to the notary. "No," said Maitre Voigt. "Guess again." "There is a window?" "Nothing of the sort. The window has been bricked up. The only way in, is the way by that door.
Meeting Guibert on the way, Berenger left word with him that he was going out to take the air with Maitre Pare; and on the man's offering to attend him, refused the proposal.
Ladies without titles stood round the table; the captain of the Guards and the first gentleman of the chamber were behind the King's chair; behind that of the Queen were her first maitre d'hotel, her chevalier d'honneur, and the chief equerry.
Maitre Cardot, the new notary, informed the young Count that a draft on the Treasury made payable to the deceased would be useless; and by way of reply to the letter, which had cost the old provincial notary so much thought, Cardot despatched four lines intended not to reach Chesnel's heart, but to produce the money.
Jean François sprang forward to the landing-place, held out his hands for the handcuffs, and said, laughing, "Forward, bad lot!" To-day he is at Cayenne, condemned for life as an incorrigible. When the maître d'hôtel oh, what a respectable paunch in an ample kerseymere vest! What a worthy and red face, well framed by white whiskers! The table glittered. What flowers! What lights!
Her decision would in all probability cut down her bright, useful life to a few short years of struggle and shame and sorrow. At last he spoke: "But why do you think it right to sacrifice yourself to this man? It does not seem to me right." He knew then what clearness of thought she had, for she looked with almost horror in her face. "Sacrifice myself for Le Maître! Oh no!
The pretence of the prosecution, that her contentment with the abject duties which she had to perform in the house was dictated by interest, fell to the ground with the preliminary assumption that she had married for her husband's money. Maitre Alem, defending the widow's gayish conduct after her husband's death, declared it to be natural enough. It had been shown to be innocent.
But I must return to Maitre Labori's envoy. When I had seen the contents of his envelope I heartily apologised to him for the suspicions which I had cast upon his good faith. At this he smiled more maliciously and triumphantly than ever, and then candidly remarked: 'Well, if you have tested me, I have tested you, and I shall be able to tell all our friends in Paris that M. Zola is in safe hands.
Maitre Cornelius seized her, and shook her violently, crying out: "You cannot die now. There is time enough later Oh! it is all over. The old hag never could do anything at the right time." He closed her eyes and laid her on the floor. Then the good and noble feelings which lay at the bottom of his soul came back to him, and, half forgetting his hidden treasure, he cried out mournfully:
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