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"No, you did not. It has been lying on your table for two days." "Dear me dear me! I am getting very old." They passed out of the church. Presently, as they hurried to the rectory near by, the girl said: "But you haven't answered. Did you see the stranger? Do you know who he is?" The rector turned, and pointed to the gate of Ridley Court. Gaston and Brillon were just entering.
"Falby, look after my man Brillon here, and take me to Sir William." "What name, sir?" Gaston, as if with sudden thought, stepped into the light of the candles, and said in a low voice: "Falby, don't you know me?" The footman turned a little pale, as his eyes, in spite of themselves, clung to Gaston's. A kind of fright came, and then they steadied. "Oh yes, sir," he said mechanically.
Jacques saw that something had occurred. "I have nothing else to do, sir," he replied. "Brillon," Gaston added presently, "we're in a devil of a scrape now." "What shall we do, monsieur?" "Did we ever turn tail?" "Yes, from a prairie fire." "Not always. I've ridden through." "Alors, it's one chance in ten thousand!" "There's a woman to be thought of Jacques." "There was that other time."
You're a spanking good servant, but you're in a country where it's knuckle down man to master; and what they do here you've got to do, or quit go back to your pea-soup and caribou. That's as true as God's in heaven, little Brillon. We're not on the buffalo trail now. You understand?" Jacques nodded. "Hadn't you better say it?"
"Unless you are both the serpent and the dove, Falby." "Yessir." As they entered the hall, Brillon with the saddle-bags was being taken in charge, and Gaston saw what a strange figure he looked beside the other servants and in these fine surroundings. He could not think that himself was so bizarre. Nor was he.
"Say 'sir, not 'monsieur, Brillon; and from the time we enter the Court yonder, look every day and every hour as you did when the judge asked you who killed Tom Daly." Jacques winced, but nodded his head. Belward continued: "What you hear me tell is what you can speak of; otherwise you are blind and dumb. You understand?" Jacques's face was sombre, but he said quickly: "Yes sir."
"The hair and ear-rings may remain, Brillon; but the beard and clothes must go except for occasions. Come along." For the next two hours Gaston explored the stables and the grounds. Nothing escaped him.
The next morning Brillon brought a note from Ian Belward, which said that he was starting, and asked Gaston to be sure and come to Paris. The note was carelessly friendly. After reading it, he lay thinking. Presently he chanced to see Jacques look intently at him. "Well, Brillon, what is it?" he asked genially.
The next morning Brillon brought a note from Ian Belward, which said that he was starting, and asked Gaston to be sure and come to Paris. The note was carelessly friendly. After reading it, he lay thinking. Presently he chanced to see Jacques look intently at him. "Well, Brillon, what is it?" he asked genially.
And they'll suck in bad air, and bad food; and they'll get cancer, and all that; and they'll die and be trotted away to the graveyard for 'passun' to hurry them into their little dark cots, in the blessed hope of everlasting life! I'm going to know this thing, Brillon, from tooth to ham-string; and, however it goes, we'll have lived up and down the whole scale; and that's something."
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