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Antoinette de Mirandol and Philip de Chamondrin are still in the Conciergerie. They have an order for their release, but cannot use it without your help. You must aid them to escape and join us in the Chévreuse valley!" "I will do it!" said Bridoul, solemnly. "I swear it!" "Enough," replied Coursegol. "Dolores and myself will leave for the refuge this very night!"
As he spoke Bridoul returned to his shop, for several customers were coming in. The former dragoon was over forty years of age. He was small of stature, and in no way resembled one's ideal of a brave cavalier. His short limbs, his protruding stomach, his enormous arms and his fat hands gave him, when he was not moving about, the appearance of a penguin in repose.
But that same evening after supper, as Dolores was about retiring to her chamber, Cornelia, who was sitting with her guest in the room in the rear of the shop, while Bridoul and Coursegol were closing the saloon, said to her: "This morning you were regretting that you could not attend church.
I have been informed that an aged saint, who has found shelter with some worthy people in the neighborhood, will celebrate mass this evening." "Oh! let us go!" cried Dolores. "Very well, you shall go; Coursegol will accompany us; Bridoul will remain at home and take care of the house."
They could reach the sea only by passing through the greatest dangers. "Besides," added Coursegol, "what does this letter prove? That M. Philip is safe and well, of course; but it does not prove that he is still in London." "Coursegol is right!" remarked Bridoul. "Before you think of starting, you must write to M. Philip."
"Everything," answered Bridoul, "and the greatest crime of all would be to remain at home while all good patriots are listening to the friends of the people in the political meetings.
Coursegol was ignorant of these details, but Bridoul acquainted him with them. "One of these messengers is a friend of mine," added Bridoul, "and for a fair compensation, he will consent to take you with him as his assistant. In his company, you can visit the different prisons without the slightest danger." This plan delighted Coursegol.
For the present the girl and yourself are safe! That must suffice you! Come with me!" A carriage was waiting a few paces away. Bridoul led Coursegol to it and thither also Dolores was borne by the two clerks, who, after placing her on a seat, bowed respectfully to Bridoul and departed.
Several men with repulsive faces, long hair and cruel eyes, and whose clothing was thickly spattered with blood, entered the saloon, followed by a yelling crowd. People mounted on chairs and tables to obtain a look at them. They were the city executioners. They ordered wine which Bridoul hastened to place before them.
I will introduce you as my brother-in-law, a brave patriot from the south." "But what the devil shall I do at the club?" inquired Coursegol. "What shall you do there? Why, you will howl with the wolves; that is the only way to save yourself from being eaten by them!" But Coursegol demurred. "M. Bridoul is right," urged Dolores, timidly.
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