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Well, I will find another one." "But why do you not stay in Toulon until the morning?" "Impossible. I must hurry back to Beaussuet. I left the money at the vicarage." "Wasn't that careless? A lonely vicarage, whose owner is absent " "I took good care of it; the portfolio containing the money is stowed safely away in a tight closet, the key of which I carry."
Nevertheless I hope to see you to-morrow, and beg you to make yourself comfortable in my house. All your conditions have been fulfilled. I inclose a note addressed to the port inspector at Toulon and hope everything will turn out as you desire. "JEAN BALAIS, Curate of Beaussuet."
She patiently sat down, and breathed more freely when the clock struck four, and the expected coachman arrived with two splendid horses. "So you want to drive me to Beaussuet?" asked Madame Danglars, vivaciously. "Yes, madame, for five hundred francs." "Then harness your horses at once." "But," stammered the ex-convict, scratching his head, "I make it a rule to take money in advance." "Good!
"I live at the vicarage of Beaussuet. The Jesuit fathers recommended me there, and I am staying there over-night, although the priest is absent." "Oh, God!" sobbed Benedetto, "if I could only accompany you." "I would be glad, too; I have a rough road to go back to Beaussuet. The mistral blows, and the roads of Oliolles are said to be so dangerous that my driver refuses to take me back to-night.
The animal reared, but receiving a slight cut with the knife Madame Danglars still held in her hand, it flew like the wind, bearing the two far from their pursuers. Benedetto, who had been told the way to Beaussuet by Anselmo, whipped his horse severely, making it fly over the stones and pavement.
Do you also remember the vicarage at Beaussuet?" "Yes." "Well, a certain person came expressly from Toulon to see about a sum of money, a million " "I have not touched a penny of the money," interrupted Anselmo, shuddering. "No, certainly not, you were always unselfish. Well, do not interrupt me. "Benedetto, if you are a human being and not a devil, keep silent," cried Anselmo, beside himself.
"No, the million is safe for us," replied Benedetto. "So much the better. This mistral is very favorable to us. It helps our escape." "Really? Anselmo, we must be free in two hours." "I shall look out for that but what will happen then? Have you a plan?" "Yes. Do you know the village of Beaussuet?" "Yes. It is near the gorge of Oliolles." "Right.
"Do you speak of the moment when we jumped into the sea and escaped from the galleys?" he softly asked. "No; your memory seems to be weak." "I do not know what you mean." "Really? You seem to have drunk from the spring of Lethe," said Benedetto, contemptuously. "Anselmo, have you forgotten our meeting at Beaussuet?" "Scoundrel! miserable wretch!
Benedetto handed him the package and glided likewise into the river, and while the pontoon creaked and groaned, torn by the force of the storm, the two convicts disappeared in the darkness. Madame Danglars had returned to the inn and asked feverishly for fresh horses, so as to be able to drive to Beaussuet. The innkeeper politely assured her it was impossible to carry out her wishes.
Suddenly he came to the carriage door, and grumblingly said: "Madame, I must give you your money back. We will not be able to reach Beaussuet." The storm whistled and roared with bitter fury. Madame Danglars looked anxiously at the man, and in a hollow voice asked: "Where are we?" "The devil only knows. These passes look all alike." "But we cannot remain here.
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