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"Yes, and the fatigue of moving." "Let us hope it will be a short indisposition. You have so skilful a doctor." "Yes, that dear Remy " "Why, he is Bussy's doctor." "He has lent him to me." "You are, then, great friends?" "He is my best, I might say my only, friend." "Adieu, come!"
"Ah! who the devil can be in ambush there?" "Some friend or servant of Bussy's. Let us go and make a detour, and return another way. The servant will give the alarm, and we shall see Bussy come out of the window." "You are right; come;" and they went to their horses. "They are going," said the valet. "Yes. Did you recognize them?" "They seemed to me to be the prince and Aurilly." "Just so.
And leaving the father and daughter overcome with grief, he rushed wildly away. It is time to explain the duke's sudden change of intention with regard to M. de Monsoreau. When he first received him, it was with dispositions entirely favorable to Bussy's wishes. "Your highness sent for me?" said Monsoreau. "You have nothing to fear, you who have served me so well, and are so much attached to me.
This man thereupon fell back, but stood ready to obstruct the forward movement of the horse, while one of the other two ran around to Bussy's right, so that the rider might be attacked, simultaneously on both sides. This much I had time to see before drawing my sword and running up to attack the man on the horseman's left, whom I suddenly recognized as De Quelus.
That's the way Bessy died. No man is proof against the dagger stroke of treachery. Bessy was powerful and the due jealous. Diana has been carried off safely by the trustworthy St. Luc. She must have died of grief if she had not been kept alive to be the instrument of retributive justice. The extraordinary description of Bussy's fight is beyond everything.
The Count ground his teeth, and muttered to himself. "It is always their boasting that betrays them," went on the Count. "When I was young, they used to tell of a famous love affair between the Bussy d'Amboise of that day and the Countess de Montsoreau, wife of the Grand-huntsman. It came out through Bussy's writing to the King's brother that he had stolen the hind of the Grand-huntsman.
Here was Cold cañón, where invariably, winter and summer, a chilly wind was blowing; here was where the road to Spencer's branched off; here was Bussy's old place, where at one time there were so many dogs; here was Delmue's cabin, where unlicensed whiskey used to be sold; here was the plank bridge with its one rotten board; and here the flat overgrown with manzanita, where he once had shot three quail.
"If I give you my word?" "Oh! that will be enough; Bussy's word is never doubted." "You have it then." "Then, adieu, monsieur." "Adieu, Remy." Remy watched, and saw Bussy enter, not this time by the window, but boldly through the door, which Gertrude opened for him. Then Remy turned to go home; but he had only gone a few steps, when he saw coming towards him five armed men, wrapped in cloaks.
Monsoreau replied by a laugh which made Diana shudder, but raised Bussy's anger. "Let me pass!" cried he. "Oh, oh!" "Then, draw and have done; I wish to go home and I live far off." During this time two other men mounted into the balcony. "Two and four make six," said Bussy, "where are the others?" "Waiting at the door." Diana fell on her knees, and in spite of her efforts Bussy heard her sobs.
Tears stood in Bussy's eyes, and Jeanne said: "Seigneur, were it so, which I do not understand, you cannot accuse M. de Bussy of this dreadful crime he, who is the most noble and generous gentleman living. See, my good father, he weeps with us. Would he have come had he known how you would receive him? Ah, dear baron, tell us how this catastrophe happened."
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