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If Cocoleu pretends to be imbecile, or, at least, exaggerates his incapacity, then we have a confirmation of what M. de Boiscoran last night told Miss Dionysia. It would be the proof of an odious trap of a long-premeditated vengeance. Here is the turning-point of the affair evidently." M. de Chandore was bitterly undeceived. "What!" he said, "you think so, and you refuse to support Dr.
The doctor had left him without insisting any longer; but before going home, he had dropped in at his club, and there, in the presence of twenty people he had declared that he had positive proof of a plot formed against M. de Boiscoran, whom the Monarchists had never forgiven for having left them; and that the Jesuits were certainly mixed up with the business.
It was decided that M. de Chandore and the Marquis and the Marchioness de Boiscoran should attend the trial. They wanted to spare Dionysia the terrible excitement; but she declared that, in that case, she should go alone to the court-house; and thus they were forced to submit to her will.
He wore those light gray trousers, which had been succcessively seen and recognized by Cocoleu, by Ribot, by Gaudry, and by Mrs. Courtois. "Now, sir," began M. de Boiscoran, with that slight angry tone of voice which shows that a man thinks a joke has been carried far enough, "will you please tell me what procures for me the honor of this early visit?" Not a muscle in M. Galpin's face was moving.
At last, in his dark cell, Jacques de Boiscoran saw the day break that was to decide his fate. He was to be tried to-day. The occasion was, of course, too good to be neglected by "The Sauveterre Independent." Although a morning paper, it published, "in view of the gravity of the circumstances," an evening edition, which a dozen newsboys cried out in the streets up to mid-night.
M. de Boiscoran is held in close confinement, and you may rest assured M. Galpin will see to it that no communication is held with his prisoner." "Who knows?" said the young girl. And immediately she drew M. de Chandore aside into one of the little card-rooms adjoining the parlor, and asked him, "Grandpapa, am I rich?"
Cocoleu has not the sense of a man; but he has all the instincts of a brute. However, I'll try." There was nothing to keep either M. de Chandore or M. Folgat any longer at Boiscoran; hence, after having warned Anthony to watch the seals well, and get a glimpse, if possible, of Jacques's gun, when the officers should come for the different articles, they left the chateau.
As owner of Boiscoran, I could, henceforth, live as much as I chose in the province; and at all events come there whenever I liked, without anybody's inquiring for my reasons." Jacques de Boiscoran was evidently anxious to have done with his recital, to come to that night of the fire at Valpinson, and to learn at last from the eminent advocate of Sauveterre what he had to fear or to hope.
"Yes; but every year the countess came and spent the month of September in Paris; and I came occasionally to Boiscoran." "It is very singular that such an intrigue should never have been suspected even." "We managed to take our precautions." "And no one ever suspected any thing?" "No one." But Jacques was at last becoming impatient at the attitude assumed by M. Magloire.
"That is the business of his mother, the Marchioness of Boiscoran. Whatever Blangin agrees to venture for your sake, he will do as well for her sake. Let the marchioness go and spend the night at the jail. I agree to that. Let her see her son. That is her duty." "But surely she will never shake Jacques's resolution." "And you think you have more influence over him than his mother?"
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