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Updated: June 6, 2025
Henriette Receives the Visit of M. d'Antoine I Accompany Her as Far as Geneva and Then I Lose Her I Cross the St. Bernard, and Return to Parma A Letter from Hensiette My Despair De La Haye Becomes Attached to Me Unpleasant Adventure with an Actress and Its Consequences I Turn a Thorough Bigot Bavois I Mystify a Bragging Officer.
De la Haye soon took notice of some slight change; he became more reserved, and Bavois, whom I informed of what I had done, gave me his full approbation.
Swearing that they should pay dearly for it, if they were deceiving him, he again called Bavois. "I must continue my search," said he. "You, with two men, will remain here, and render a strict account of all that you see and hear. If Monsieur d'Escorval returns, bring him to me at once; do not allow him to escape. Keep your eyes open, and good luck to you!"
Her sight failed her; there was a strange ringing in her ears, a cold sweat started from every pore. This paper was the marriage-certificate of Maurice and Marie-Anne, drawn up by the cure of Vigano, witnessed by the old physician and Bavois, and sealed with the seal of the parish. The proof was indisputable. She had committed a useless crime; she had murdered an innocent woman.
As soon as we had established De la Haye in his beautiful apartment, I accompanied Bavois to the rooms engaged for him, where his luggage had been sent by my orders.
The prisoner's life was promised, him in exchange for the life of Lacheneur. A soldier, who chanced to be Corporal Bavois, was sent to summon Marie-Anne. And Chanlouineau waited in terrible anxiety. No one had told him what had taken place at Escorval, but he divined it by the aid of that strange prescience which so often illuminates the mind when death is near at hand.
Had M. de Courtornieu's counsels carried the day, or had Martial sent someone to aid him? "We must not be dawdling here," said the corporal, as soon as the door was closed. M. d'Escorval bounded from his chair. This man was a friend. Here was aid and life. "I am Bavois," continued the corporal.
Where are you going? To rejoin the sister of the man, whom I now recognize?" Beside himself, Martial pushed his wife roughly aside. "Wretch!" said he, "how dare you insult the noblest and purest of women? Ah, well yes I am going to find Marie-Anne. Farewell!" And he passed on. The ledge of rock upon which Baron d'Escorval and Corporal Bavois rested in their descent from the tower was very narrow.
It had not been three hours since Maurice, Jean Lacheneur and Bavois left the house, promising to re-cross the frontier that same night. Abbe Midon had decided to say nothing to M. d'Escorval of his son's return, and to conceal Marie-Anne's presence in the house. The baron's condition was so critical that the merest trifle might turn the scale.
"I advise you for the future not to hurl at me the slightest taunt respecting the life I am leading with Bavois, when we are in the presence of my three worthy friends. I do not object to listen to you when we are alone." "You are wrong in taking my innocent jests seriously." "Wrong or right, that does not matter. Why do you never attack your proselyte?
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