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In her heart she preserved all her usual energy; but the flesh escaped from her will and failed her at the last moment. "Are you sick?" asked the jailer. "What is the matter?" She prayed to God for courage and strength: when her prayer was finished, she said, "Now, let us go in." And, making a great noise with the keys and the bolts, Blangin opened the door to Jacques de Boiscoran's cell.
Accustomed to passive obedience, the good lady left the room without daring to make the slightest remark, and went to keep watch in the passage. Dionysia was very much surprised; but Jacques did not give her time to utter a word. He said at once, "You told me in this very place, that, if I wished to escape, Blangin would furnish me the means, did you not?"
It was only the next day that Blangin showed Jacques the place where the wall had least thickness. It was in a kind of cellar, where nobody ever came, and where cast-off tools were stored away. "In order that you may not be interrupted," said the jailer, "I will ask two of my comrades to dine with me, and I shall invite the sergeant on duty.
And then she promptly explained to her what she wanted; while Jacques, standing a little aside in the shade, watched the impression on the woman's face. Gradually she raised her head; and, when Dionysia had finished, she said in a very different tone, "I understand perfectly, and, if I were the master, I should say, 'All right! But Blangin is master of the jail.
Without saying a word, Dionysia jumped down, and in a moment she had arranged her hair and her dress. Then Blangin came, rather troubled at not seeing her leave the house; and she said to him, giving him one of the thousand-franc rolls that were still in her bag, "This is for you: I want you to remember me, if I should need you again." And, dropping her veil over her face, she went away.
"Blangin the keeper, and his wife, keep their places only because they give them a support. Why might I not offer them, in return for an interview with M. de Boiscoran, the means to go and live in the country?" "Why not?" said the clerk. And in a lower voice, replying to the voice of his conscience, he went on,
Blangin had stopped at the foot of the staircase to give all these explanations. "Let us go up," he said now, as M. Folgat showed signs of growing impatience. He found Jacques lying on his bed, all dressed; and at the first glance he saw that a great misfortune had happened. "One more hope gone?" he asked.
What a fury he would be in, if he should ever find out that I have betrayed all the secrets of the investigation, that I have carried letters to and from the prisoner, that I have made of Trumence an accomplice, and of Blangin the jailer an agent, that I have helped Miss Dionysia to visit her betrothed in jail!"
M. de Boiscoran made no reply. He sank back into the corner, and seemed to fall into a kind of stupor, from which he did not rouse himself till the carriage drove into the yard of the prison at Sauveterre. On the threshold stood Master Blangin, the jailer, smiling with delight at the idea of receiving so distinguished a prisoner.
I knew that I ought to go back to prison, that it was an absolute necessity; and yet I felt at times so weary, so exhausted, that I was afraid I should not be able to get back. Still I did reach the prison. Blangin was waiting for me, all anxiety; for it was nearly two o'clock. He helped me to get up here. I threw myself, all dressed as I was, on my bed, and I fell fast asleep in an instant.
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