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"Ah, ah!" said Grandpapa Chandore, "I might have looked a long time." "It is a very simple method," replied Dionysia, "very well known, and still quite safe. How could an outsider guess what book the correspondents have chosen? Then there are other means to mislead indiscreet people.
"When peace was made, I returned to Boiscoran; and the countess gave no more signs of life now than before. I began to feel reassured, and to recover possession of myself, when one day M. de Chandore invited me to dinner. I went. I saw Miss Dionysia. "I had known her already for some time; and the recollection of her had, perhaps, had its influence upon my desire to quit the countess.
All the prisoners ask for that the second day. I had orders to let him have it, and so I gave it to him. When I carried him his breakfast, he handed me a letter for Miss Chandore." "What?" cried Dionysia, "you have a letter for me, and you don't give it to me?" "I do not have it now, madam.
A. The son of one of my tenants, Michael. Q. It was he, I suppose, who, on the evening of the crime, carried the letter to Miss Chandore, in which you told her not to expect you? A. Yes. Q. You pretended you would be kept by some important business? Where had you to go? and where did you go? A. As long as I have not seen counsel I shall say nothing.
"It is the least we can do," said M. de Chandore in an undertone, "although it will be useless, I dare say. Boiscoran does not care that much for his son. Pshaw! Ah! if it was a rare faience, or a plate that is wanting in his collection, then would it be a very different story."
This will show with what eagerness he went to the court-house to wait for M. Magloire. But at noon the great lawyer had not yet come. He was still consulting with M. de Chandore. "Could any thing amiss have happened?" thought the clerk. And his restlessness was so great, that, instead of going home to breakfast with his sisters, he sent an office-boy for a roll and a glass of water.
The count and the countess lived quite retired, and gave their whole time, he to agricultural pursuits, and she to the education of her children. They entertained but little, and did not come to Sauveterre more than four times a year, to visit the Misses Lavarande, or the old Baron de Chandore. Every summer, towards the end of July, they went to Royan, where they had a cottage.
And he drew back, afraid of being deceived by a dream, or one of those fearful hallucinations which announce the coming of insanity, and take hold of the brains of sick people in times of over-excitement. "Dionysia!" he barely whispered, "Dionysia!" Her throat was parched, and her lips refused to move. The jailer took it upon himself to answer, "Yes," he said, "Miss Chandore."
Count Claudieuse says he is about to appear before God: I appeal to the justice of God. Sobs well-nigh drown the voice of the accused. The Marchioness de Boiscoran is overcome by a nervous attack. She is carried out stiff and inanimate; and Dr. Seignebos and Miss Chandore hasten after her. Certainly, all who had hoped for scenes of thrilling interest were not disappointed.
Master said, 'About five days ago. You hear, I say, five days. Thereupon, that man, Galpin, puts the gun down, without looking at the barrels." "Well?" asked M. Folgat. "Well, sir, I Anthony I had the evening before I say the evening before cleaned the gun, washed it, and" "Upon my word," cried M. de Chandore, "why did you not say so at once?
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