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Q. You must have had very strong reasons to keep you out, as you were expected by your betrothed, Miss Chandore? A. I had written to her not to expect me." "Ah! M. Galpin is a clever fellow," growled M. Magloire. "Finally," said M. Folgat, "here is a passage from your last but one examination, "'Q. When you wanted to send anybody to Sauveterre, whom did you usually employ?
This is what Grandpapa Chandore would not admit. "Still," he said, "if we could bring influential men to help us?" "Can you?" "Certainly. Boiscoran has old friends, who, no doubt, are all-powerful still under the present government. He was, in former years, very intimate with M. de Margeril." M. Folgat's expression was very encouraging. "Ah!" he said, "if M. de Margeril could give us a lift!
In less than fifty minutes they had driven the whole distance to Boiscoran; and during this time M. de Chandore and M. Folgat had not exchanged fifty words. When they reached Boiscoran, the courtyard was silent and deserted. Doors and windows were hermetically closed. On the steps of the porch sat a stout young peasant, who, at the sight of the newcomers, rose, and carried his hand to his cap.
M. Galpin will be none the less our bitter enemy." Grandpapa Chandore started. He said, "But" "Oh! I do not blame him," broke in the young lawyer; "but I blame the laws which make him act as he does. How can a magistrate remain perfectly impartial in certain very important cases, like this one, when his whole future career depends upon his success?
"To my dressmakers, the Misses Mechinet. I want a dress." "Great God!" cried Aunt Adelaide, "the child is losing her mind!" "I assure you I am not, aunt." "Then let me go with you." "Thank you, no. I shall go alone; that is to say, alone with dear grandpapa." And as M. de Chandore came back, his pockets full of bonds, his hat on his head, and his cane in his hand, she carried him off, saying,
I, also, could very easily say, 'Ah! if anybody should come and tell me that the mayor of Sauveterre was in the wrong; and still I should not be surprised." "Doctor!" said M. de Chandore, anxious to conciliate, "doctor!" But Dr. Seignebos had already turned to M. Magloire, whom he was anxious to convert, and went on,
She said in a strange tone of voice, "I was prepared for something worse. One may avoid the court." With these words she left the room, shutting the door so violently, that both the Misses Lavarande hastened after her. Now M. de Chandore thought he might speak freely. He stood up before the marchioness, and gave vent to that fearful wrath which had been rising within him for a long time.
"It is not the same thing, dear papa." "Never mind!" This "never mind" of Grandpapa Chandore was as positive as his "impossible;" but he had begun to discuss the question, and to discuss means to listen to arguments on the other side. "Do not insist, my dear child," he said again. "My mind is made up; and I assure you" "Don't say so, papa," said the young girl.
Ah! he took his revenge yesterday; and you ought to have seen with what an air he said to master, 'We are friends no longer. The rascal! No, we are friends no longer; and, if God was just, you ought to have all the shot in your body that has wounded Count Claudieuse." M. de Chandore was growing more and more impatient. As soon, therefore, as Anthony's breath gave out a moment, he said,
"Well, there you are mistaken, master," said the physician, arranging his spectacles with an air of self-conceit, which, under other circumstances, would have been irresistibly ludicrous. "When women determine to be prudent and suspicious," remarked M. de Chandore, "they never are so by halves."
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