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I say even more: fight against thoughts of Marie-Anne as a traveller on the verge of a precipice fights against the thought of vertigo." "Have you seen Marie-Anne, father? Have you spoken to her?" "I found her even more inflexible than Lacheneur." "They reject me, and they receive Chanlouineau, perhaps." "Chanlouineau is living there." "My God! And Martial de Sairmeuse?"
These suppositions would explain everything. Chanlouineau is his aider and abettor; and he pretends to be reconciled to the Marquis de Sairmeuse in order to get information through him " The blood had returned to the pale cheeks of Maurice. "Such a conspiracy would not explain Monsieur Lacheneur's obstinate rejection of my suit." "Alas! yes, my poor boy.
In the first place, nothing had been heard of Lacheneur, or of his son Jean; thus far they had escaped the most rigorous pursuit. In the second place, there were, at this moment, two hundred prisoners in the citadel, and among them the Baron d'Escorval and Chanlouineau. And lastly, since morning there had been at least sixty arrests in Montaignac.
Should each man go his way? or should they unite, and by an obstinate resistance, give all their comrades time to reach their homes? The voice of Chanlouineau put an end to all hesitation. "I have come to fight," he exclaimed, "and I shall sell my life dearly." "We will make a stand then!" cried the others.
Thus called upon, the baron rose, calm and dignified. Terrible as his sufferings must have been, there was no trace of it upon his noble face. He had even repressed the smile of disdain which the duke's paltry affection in not giving him the title which belonged to him, brought to his lips. But Chanlouineau sprang up at the same time, trembling with indignation, his face all aglow with anger.
Marie-Anne shuddered as if a knife had entered her very heart; and yet there was more sorrow than anger in the glance she cast upon Maurice. "Must I stoop so low as to defend myself from such an imputation?" she asked, sadly. "Must I declare that if even I suspect such an arrangement between Chanlouineau and my father, I have not been consulted?
For this combat in the public road, and in the darkness of the night, was terrible. They attacked each other silently but furiously. At last Jean fell." "Ah! my brother is dead!" exclaimed Marie-Anne. "No," responded Chanlouineau; "at least we have reason to hope not; and I know he has not lacked any attention.
"Opposite the mills of the Oiselle, near the river, about a league and a half from here." "That is true. I remember now. Were you ever in the house?" "More than a hundred times while Chanlouineau was living." "Explain the topography of the dwelling!" Chupin's eyes dilated to their widest extent. "What do you wish?" he asked, not understanding in the least what was required of him.
In the confusion that ensued in removing the prisoners from the hall, the baron found himself beside Chanlouineau, who had begun his noisy lamentations. "Courage, my boy," he said, indignant at such apparent cowardice. "Ah! it is easy to talk," whined the young farmer. Then seeing that no one was observing them, he leaned toward the baron, and whispered: "It is for you I am working.
Five grenadiers entered; they were the men whom Chanlouineau had held at bay while Maurice, the abbe, and Marie-Anne were entering the carriage. These soldiers declared upon oath that they recognized the accused; and one of them even went so far as to pronounce a glowing eulogium upon him, declaring him to be a solid fellow, of remarkable courage.
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