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Updated: June 1, 2025
He stood on the steps of the prison and looked serenely on the muttering, excited crowd. "I fear there is a mistake," said he, coughing a little into his fingers. "You do not seek me. I I have no claim upon your kindness; I am only the Chevalier Orvilliers du Champsavoys de Beaumanoir."
One peasant heard the witches singing a chorus of carnage at Rocbert; another saw, towards the Minquiers, a great army like a mirage upon the sea; others declared that certain French refugees in the island had the evil eye and bewitched their cattle; and a woman, wild with grief because her child had died of a sudden sickness, meeting a little Frenchman, the Chevalier du Champsavoys, in the Rue des Tres Pigeons, thrust at his face with her knitting-needle, and then, Protestant though she was, made the sacred sign, as though to defeat the evil eye.
"Then I'll go and fetch my tool-basket first," Ranulph said cheerily, his heart beating more quickly, and, turning, he walked across the Place. The cottage in which Guida lived at the Place du Vier Prison was in jocund contrast to the dungeon from which the Chevalier Orvilliers du Champsavoys de Beaumanoir had complacently issued.
He would willingly have slept there too, but noblesse oblige and the thought of what the Chevalier Orvilliers du Champsavoys de Beaumanoir might think prevented him.
"Then I'll go and fetch my tool-basket first," Ranulph said cheerily, his heart beating more quickly, and, turning, he walked across the Place. The cottage in which Guida lived at the Place du Vier Prison was in jocund contrast to the dungeon from which the Chevalier Orvilliers du Champsavoys de Beaumanoir had complacently issued.
He stood on the steps of the prison and looked serenely on the muttering, excited crowd. "I fear there is a mistake," said he, coughing a little into his fingers. "You do not seek me. I I have no claim upon your kindness; I am only the Chevalier Orvilliers du Champsavoys de Beaumanoir."
From group to group he went, answering greetings cheerily and steeling himself to the whole disgusting business. Presently he saw the Chevalier du Champsavoys with the Sieur de Mauprat. This was the first public appearance of the chevalier since the sad business at the Vier Prison a fortnight before.
Du Champsavoys, with a naive and obvious attempt at playing counsel, fixed him again with the glass, pursed his lips, and with the importance of a greffier at the ancient Cour d'Heritage, came one step nearer to his goal. "Have you knowledge of the Comte de Tournay, monsieur?" "I knew him as you were saying, Chevalier," answered Detricand lightly. Then the Chevalier struck home.
In one corner, girdled by about five square feet of green earth, grew a pear tree, bearing large juicy pears, reserved for the use of a distinguished lodger, the Chevalier du Champsavoys de Beaumanoir. In the summer the Chevalier always had his breakfast under this tree.
He laid aside his tool-basket, shook hands with the sieur, and seated himself at the table. Looking at du Champsavoys, he said: "I've just met the connetable. He regrets the riot, chevalier, and says the Royal Court extends its mercy to you." "I prefer to accept no favours," answered the chevalier. "As a point of honour, I had thought that, after breakfast, I should return to prison, and "
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