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Updated: June 11, 2025
It was a fearful story; that is all I remember. What did I, at that time, care for Miss Brandon? Now, to be sure" Brevan shook his head, and said, "Now, you think that story might become a weapon in your hands? No, Daniel. Still it is not a very long one; and I can now tell it to you more in detail than I could before.
But he tried in vain to resist; every letter from Sarah brought him the germ of some new suspicion, which fermented in his mind as the miasma fermented in the veins of his men. The information furnished by Maxime de Brevan was different, and often contradictory even, but by no means more reassuring.
"Justin Chevassat was at twenty precisely what you know him to be as Maxime de Brevan, a profound dissembler, a fierce egotist devoured by vanity, in fine, a man of ardent passions, and capable of anything to satisfy his desires.
She always acts alone, when her mind is made up; and her accomplices aid her only unconsciously, so that they can never betray her." Daniel had been thoughtful. "What you tell me," he answered, "I was told before by M. de Brevan." The old gentleman did not seem to hear him, so intensely did he apply all the faculties of his mind to the problem before him.
As the poor girl was now quite sure that this honeyed Megsera was employed by M. de Brevan to watch her, she affected a perfectly calm air. When she had finished her dinner, she even insisted upon paying on the spot fifty francs, which she owed for the last few days, and for some small purchases. But, when the old woman was gone, she sank into a chair, and said, "I am lost!"
When this success had been achieved, M. de Brevan undertook to introduce in the society frequented by Sarah and M. Planix one of his friends, who was considered, and who really was, the best swordsman in Paris, a good fellow otherwise, honor itself, and rather patient in temper than given to quarrelling.
Before he could rise again, he was held fast by Maxime de Brevan, and by M. Elgin, who had heard the noise, and rushed in from the adjoining room. "The poor man did not attempt to resist. Why should he? Within him, moreover, a faint hope began to rise.
"Some indispensable articles." "Ah! you did not after all take your jewels, madam?" "No, certainly not, sir!" Still this persistency on the part of M. de Brevan began to strike her as odd; and she would have betrayed her surprise, if the carriage had not at that moment stopped suddenly before No. 23 Water Street. "Here we are, madam," said M. de Brevan.
"He went there. A tall man opened the door of the sitting-room; and, at the sight of a young lady who sat before the fire, he could not help exclaiming, 'Ernestine, is that you? "But she interrupted him at once, saying, 'You are mistaken: Ernestine Bergot is dead, and buried by the side of Justin Chevassat, my dear M. de Brevan.
Thinking that it was Mrs. Chevassat, who brought her her breakfast, she went to the door and opened it, without asking who was there. And she started back with amazement and with terror when she recognized M. de Brevan. It really looked as if he were making a supreme effort over himself.
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