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Old Anthony was literally tearing his hair, as he exclaimed, "Ah, sir! These are the very words M. Galpin said." "Unfortunately every man in his senses will say so." "I know, sir: I know it but too well. He said he had gone to Brechy to see his wood-merchant" "And why should he not?" Anthony shook his head, and said,
"Sir, the priest from Brechy is waiting for you at your office." "I am coming directly," replied M. Daubigeon. And, turning to his companions, he said, "Let us go, gentlemen." The priest was waiting, and rose quickly from his chair when he saw M. Daubigeon enter, accompanied by M. Galpin, M. Folgat, and Dr. Seignebos. "Perhaps you wish to speak to me alone, sir?" asked M. Daubigeon.
"Where was the religious ceremony to take place?" "At the church at Brechy." "Have you ever spoken of that to the priest?" "Several times. One day especially, when we discussed it in a pleasant way, he said jestingly to me, 'I shall have you, after all in my confessional." M. Folgat almost trembled with satisfaction, and Jacques saw it. "Then the priest at Brechy was your friend?"
P. Why, then did you take such pains to explain your being there? A. I gave no explanations. Young Ribot first told me, laughingly, where he was going, and then I told him that I was going to Brechy. P. You told him, also, that you were going through the marshes to shoot birds, and, at the same time you showed him your gun? A. That may be. But is that any proof against me?
"The next morning, I went to Boiscoran much earlier than usual, and on foot, because I wanted to give some orders to a dozen workmen whom I employed in my vineyards. I took a short cut through the fields. Alas! not a single detail has escaped from my memory. When I had given my orders, I returned to the high road, and there met the priest from Brechy, who is a friend of mine.
And yet if no crime had been committed, and I had said the day after, "Yesterday I went to see the priest at Brechy, and did not find him," who would have seen any thing unnatural in my statement? P. And, in order to fulfil so simple a duty, you chose a roundabout way, which is not only troublesome, but actually dangerous, right across the swamps? A. I chose the shortest way.
One was the priest from Brechy, who was praying on his knees close to a door; and the other was the watchman, who was slowly walking up and down, and whose steps resounded there as in a church. Dionysia went straight up to the latter. "Where is Count Claudieuse?" she asked.
Then follow two farmers from Brechy, who have been present at the violent altercation which ended in M. de Boiscoran's aiming with his gun at Count Claudieuse. Their account, interrupted by numberless parentheses, is very obscure. One of the counsel of the defendant requests them to be more explicit; and thereupon they become utterly unintelligible. Besides, they contradict each other.
You mean to live on with this thought in your heart, that the man whom you love is innocent, and nevertheless, disgraced forever, and cut off from human society. A priest might induce the count to retract his statement, you know very well; and hence you refuse to let the priest from Brechy come to his bedside. And what is the end and aim of all your crimes?
By their side lie a double-barrelled gun, packages of cartridges, two bowls filled with small-shot, and, finally, a large china basin, with a dark sediment at the bottom. A. Yes, sir. P. A curious costume in which to visit a venerable ecclesiastic, and to perform religious duties. A. The priest at Brechy was my friend. Our intimacy will explain, even if it does not justify, the liberty I took.
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