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Fourteen! for seized by remorse or fright at the last moment, M de Courtornieu and the Duc de Sairmeuse had granted a reprieve to six of the prisoners and at that very hour a courier was hastening toward Paris with six petitions for pardons, signed by the Military Commission. Chanlouineau was not among those for whom royal clemency had been solicited.
So it happened that, one evening, when he was quite sure that Lacheneur, his son, and Chanlouineau were absent, Martial saw a man leave the house and hasten across the fields. He rushed after him, but the man escaped him. He believed, however, that he recognized Maurice d'Escorval.
Maurice and the abbe were prostrated with grief; but Chanlouineau, who turned toward them, had still upon his lips a smile of confidence. How could he hope when all hope seemed absolutely lost? But the commissioners made no attempt to conceal their satisfaction. M. de Sairmeuse, especially, evinced an indecent joy. "Ah, well! Messieurs?" he said to the lawyers, in a sneering tone.
"Chanlouineau was not lying, then," he said to his son, in a choked, unnatural voice; "you were one of the instigators of this rebellion, then?" Martial's face grew dark, and in a tone of disdainful hauteur, he replied: "This is the fourth time, sir, that you have addressed that question to me, and for the fourth time I answer: 'No. That should suffice.
She found herself in the sumptuously appointed room which Chanlouineau had made the sanctuary of his great love, and upon which he had lavished, with the fanaticism of passion, all that was costly and luxurious. "Then it is true!" exclaimed Blanche. "And I thought just now that all was too meagre and too poor! Miserable dupe that I am! Below, all is arranged for the eyes of comers and goers.
This obstinate serenity disappointed the baron's expectations. He could not have received a heavier blow. "Take care, Lacheneur," he said, sternly. "Think of the situation in which you place your daughter, between Chanlouineau, who wishes to make her his wife, and Monsieur de Sairmeuse, who desires to make her " "Who desires to make her his mistress is that what you mean? Oh, say the word.
"Give me the letter," she said to Chanlouineau, "I will go to the duke. I will find some way to reach him, and then God will tell me what course to pursue." The noble peasant handed the girl the tiny scrap of paper which might have been his own salvation. "On no account," said he, "must you allow the duke to suppose that you have upon your person the proof with which you threaten him.
I understand that she is to marry a youth in the neighborhood, who has some property a certain Chanlouineau." The artless school-girl was more cunning than the marquis. She had satisfied herself that she had just grounds for her suspicions; and she experienced a certain anger on finding him so well informed in regard to everything that concerned Mlle. Lacheneur.
Had the brave peasant really found some means of salvation? The abbe almost began to believe it. "You must go with this worthy man, Marie-Anne," said he. The poor girl shuddered at the thought of seeing Chanlouineau again, but the idea of refusing never once occurred to her. "Let us go," she said, quietly.
Martial glanced over it, laughed heartily, and exclaimed: "A clever trick." "What do you say?" "I say that this Chanlouineau is a sly rascal. Who the devil would have thought the fellow so cunning to see his honest face? Another lesson to teach one not to trust to appearances." In all his life the Duc de Sairmeuse had never received so severe a shock.
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