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"You are the best of men!" exclaimed M. de Boiscoran, far from suspecting the price that had been paid for Blangin's sympathy, "and, on the day on which I regain my liberty, I will prove to you that we whom you have obliged are not ungrateful." "Quite at your service," replied the jailer modestly. Gradually, however, Dionysia had recovered her self-possession. She said gently to Blangin,
"Blangin is taking all possible precautions against detection, although he is quite prepared for the worst. He has arranged it this way: To-morrow evening, at six o'clock, you will pass by the jail. The door will stand open, and Blangin's wife, whom you know very well, as she has formerly been in your service, will be standing in the door.
Upon Blangin's assurance, he expected the vagabond would jump at the mere idea of escaping from jail. But by no means. Trumence's smiling features grew dark; and, scratching himself behind the ear furiously, he replied, "You see excuse me, I don't want to run away at all." Jacques was amazed. If Trumence refused his cooperation he could not go out, or, at least, he would have to wait.
"These people are robbing you outrageously." "Ah, what does the money matter? I wish we were both of us ruined, if you were but free." But it had not taken the wife long to persuade the husband. Blangin's heavy steps were heard in the passage; and almost immediately, he entered, cap in hand, looking obsequious and restless. "My wife has told me every thing," he said, "and I consent.
Did Dionysia herself come and suggest to him that act of supreme despair, from which his counsel had so strongly dissuaded him? "What do you mean?" he said with trembling voice. "You must escape." "Escape?" "Nothing so easy. I have considered the whole matter thoroughly. The jailers are in our pay. I have just come to an understanding with Blangin's wife.
For money he will always be ready to do your bidding." Jacques seemed to breathe more freely. "Well, then," he said again, "the time has come. To-morrow I shall have to be away all the evening. I shall like to leave about nine; and I shall be back at midnight." Dionysia stopped him. "Wait," she said; "I want to call Blangin's wife." The household of the jailer of Sauveterre was like many others.
I have come to ask you for the necessary information, and for the means to explore your house in Vine Street, to discover the friend whose name you assumed, and the servant who waited upon you." The bolts were drawn as he said this; and at the open wicket appeared Blangin's rubicund face.
For he had done all this four times more than enough to be dismissed from his place, and even to become, at least for some months, one of Blangin's boarders. He shivered all down his back when he thought of this; and he had been furiously angry, when, one evening, his sisters, the devout seamstresses, had taken it into their heads to say to him,
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