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He conceived the idea of bursting forth in a new shape, under which no one would ever suspect his former identity. "How he went about to do this, I am enabled to tell you accurately. Through his godfather, the valet, who had died before his trial, Justin Chevassat knew the history of the Brevan family in its minutest details. It was a very sad story.
The poor girl was almost outside, when she turned, and said, "Thank you, madam; but you owe me nothing." It was high time for Henrietta to leave. Her first surprise had been followed by mad anger, which drove the blood to her head, and made her weep bitter tears. She knew now that Mrs. Chevassat had caught her in this trap. What could the wretched woman have meant?
"Justin Chevassat was at twenty precisely what you know him to be as Maxime de Brevan, a profound dissembler, a fierce egotist devoured by vanity, in fine, a man of ardent passions, and capable of anything to satisfy his desires.
And then, ready to change the conversation, she added, "Well, then, let us return to your ring. What do you propose to do?" "That is exactly why I came to you," replied Henrietta. "I do not know what is to be done in such a case." Mrs. Chevassat smiled, very much pleased. "And you did very well to come to us," she said.
"The most disagreeable thing about it," he said with an absent air, "is, that the doctor will report the matter to the police, and there will be an investigation." Master Chevassat nearly dropped his glass. "What? The police in the house? Well, good-by, then, to our lodgers; we are lost. Why did that stupid girl want to die, I wonder! But no doubt you are mistaken, my dear sir." "No, I am not.
"That is your lookout," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Still, you may be sure they will ask you how it could happen that one of your tenants should fall into such a state of abject poverty without your giving notice to anybody." "Why, in the first place, I do not wait upon my lodgers. They are free to do what they choose in their rooms." "Quite right, Master Chevassat! quite right!
Chevassat, who assumed an air of great activity, while she explained to them how Henrietta had deceived her affectionate heart in order to carry out her fatal purpose. "You see, I did not dream of any thing," she protested in a whining tone. "A poor little pussy-cat, who was always merry, and this morning yet sang like a bird.
Chevassat; for her instincts told her, that, if she once let that terrible woman see what were her necessities, she would be bound hand and foot to her. She was thinking it out, when the idea of the pawnbroker occurred to her. She had heard such men spoken of; but she only knew that they kept places where poor people could get money upon depositing a pledge.
"And still you know very well," she went on in a bitter tone, "that dear M. Maxime has done all he could to save you. Only day before yesterday, he offered you his whole fortune" "Madam," stammered Henrietta, "have you no mercy?" Mercy Mrs. Chevassat! What a joke! "You would take nothing," she continued, "from M. Maxime. Why, I ask you? To play the virtuous woman, was it?
The magistrate went and sat down at the table where the clerk was writing, and rapidly ran his eye over the long examination, seeing if anything had been overlooked. When he had done, he said, "Now give me as accurate a description of Justin Chevassat as you can."
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