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P. You know that the priest of Brechy was dining out that day? M. Magloire rose, and said, "It is through us, sir, that the accused has found out this fact. When he told us how he had spent the evening, we went to see the priest at Brechy, who told us how it came about that neither he nor his old servant was at the parsonage. At our request the priest has been summoned.
"Because the wood-merchant at Brechy is a thief, and everybody knows that master has kicked him out of the house some three years ago. We sell all our wood at Sauveterre." M. Folgat had taken out a note-book, and wrote down some of Anthony's statements, preparing thus the outline of his defence. This being done, he commenced again, "Now we come to Cocoleu." "Ah the wretch!" cried Anthony.
When I reached the Seille Canal, and was just about to cross it, I found myself face to face with young Ribot, the son of a farmer at Brechy. He looked so very much surprised at seeing me in such a place, that I thought to give him some explanation; and, rendered stupid by my troubles, I told him I had business at Brechy, and was crossing the marshes to shoot some birds.
He declined to follow our advice, being confident, as he said, that his cause was a good one." M. Gransiere, resuming his seat, "The jury will judge of this plea." A. Yes, sir. My wedding was to take place at the church in Brechy, and I had to make my arrangements with the priest about the ceremony. I had, besides, to fulfil certain religious duties.
She told me her husband would be terrified by the appearance of a priest, and that would hasten his end. Even when the good priest from Brechy came of his own accord, she sent him off unceremoniously." "Ah the miserable woman!" cried Dionysia. And, after a moment's reflection, she added, "And yet that may be our salvation. Yes, certainly. Why should I hesitate? Wait for me here: I am coming back."
But now there comes a very great improbability. No one would think of going through the forest of Rochepommier in order to return from Brechy to Boiscoran. If you knew the country" "I know it; for I have carefully explored it. And the proof of it is, that, having foreseen the objection, I have found an answer.
"Well said!" approved the eminent lawyer of Sauveterre, "very well said!" "So, you see, my dear client, it was for the purpose of consulting the priest at Brechy that you deprived yourself of the pleasure of spending the evening with your betrothed. Now let us see how that answers the allegations of the prosecution. They ask you why you took to the marshes. Why?
In the time from nine to eleven o'clock, on the night of the crime, there was not a soul at the parsonage in Brechy. The priest was dining with M. Besson, at his house; and his servant had gone out to meet him with a lantern." "I understand," said M. Magloire. "Why should you not have gone to see the priest at Brechy, my dear client?
The priest at Brechy, who is a friend of mine, will tell you, that, although no day had been fixed, it had been agreed upon between us that I should come to confession on one of the evenings of the week since he insisted upon it. The audience, which had been expecting some very exciting revelations, seemed to be much disappointed; and ironical laughter was heard in various directions.
For the first time a real embarrassment appeared in the features of the accused, the embarrassment of a man who suddenly sees an abyss opening before him. He hesitated; and, seeing that it was useless to deny, he said, "I was going to Brechy." "To whom?" "To my wood-merchant, who has bought all this year's wood. I did not find him at home, and came back on the high road."
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