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What need of letters, when interviews were so facile? But she soon found a document that told all which love- letters could tell, it was an account of the moneys and possessions of Madame Bellanger; and there were pencil notes on the margin: "Vautran will give four hundred thousand francs for the lands in Auvergne, to be accepted. Consult on the power of sale granted to a second husband.

When he came home, he was quite cheerful. He did not say that he had seen a ghost, neither did he tell the spouses Merlin that he had nearly been attacked by the feu bellanger. Pierre noticed his joyous look. He gave a wink to his wife as if to say: "He's taken a glass or two." It was not so; the shock which he had received had completely dislodged the last trace of melancholy.

"No no no," said Pierre, "it was not that; the feu bellanger was seen that very night near this spot where the corpse was afterwards found. Some people said that they had heard a scream. I quite believe it. It was the horrible monster's triumphal shout. He was celebrating his victory." "You don't think it was the poor inebriate's cry for help," said Frank, forcing back a smile.

Why, Lucretia, if we knew a little of this old art, par Dieu! we could soon hire the hotel! Well, well; perhaps we may survive my cousin Jean Bellanger!" Three days afterwards, Lucretia stood by her husband's side in the secret chamber. From the hour when she left it, a change was perceptible in her countenance, which gradually removed from it the character of youth.

He made, however, no opposition to the plan suggested; and seemingly satisfied with his obedience, the father dismissed him. As soon as he was in the streets, Gabriel went straight to the house of Madame Bellanger. The hotel had been purchased in her name, and she therefore retained it.

Gabriel rose cheerfully, as if only alive to the expectation of the bon- bons and compliments he received habitually from Madame Bellanger. "And you can take your drawing implements with you," continued Dalibard. "This good M. Bellanger has given you permission to copy his Poussin." "His Poussin! "Yes," answered Dalibard, briefly. Gabriel lifted his sharp, bright eyes to his father's face.

"I told you it was a shout of triumph," said old Pierre, losing patience and already angry at Frank's demeanour. "Moreover," he added, "I'll tell you something else, I have not finished yet. "It's a well-known fact that the feu bellanger dislikes sharpened tools, and fights with them if he happens to meet them.

They found him at morning bathed in his blood, with three ghastly wounds in his side, and his fingers cut to the bone. He had struggled hard with the knife that butchered him." "In his own house!" said a lawyer. "Some servant or spendthrift heir." "He has no heir but young Bellanger, who will be riche a millions, and is now but a schoolboy at Lyons.

"Bellanger is rich, but he is not much older than my father." "He has bad health." "No," said Gabriel, with a downcast eye and a strange smile, "he has not bad health; but he may not be long-lived." "How do you mean?" asked Lucretia, sinking her voice into a still lower whisper, while a shudder, she scarce knew why, passed over her frame.

He felt his heart beating heavily against the walls of its prison as if trying to escape. His legs seemed to give way under him. A big lump stuck in his throat. "It is only an ignis fatuus," he said to himself. "No, it cannot be, it does not burn with a bluish light. Why this terror, why this fear; it must be the feu bellanger." The light changed. It was approaching.

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