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"I have been furnished with a few notes concerning the Clameran family by your father, who knew them well; they are brief, but I expect more." "What did my father tell you?" "Nothing favorable, you may be sure. I will read you the synopsis of this information: "'Louis de Clameran was born at the Chateau de Clameran, near Tarascon.
More than this, he saw an immense fortune at the end of his road of crime, and quieted his conscience by saying that he would redeem his present cruelty by honest kindness in the future. Once out of the clutches of Clameran, he would be a better man, and try to return some of the kind affection shown him by these poor women. Stifling his better impulses, he said harshly to Mme.
But, for all that, you had better take my advice, and give up Madeleine." "Never; I swear by Heaven!" exclaimed Clameran. "Rich or poor, she shall be mine! I first wanted her money, but now I want her; I love her for herself, Raoul!" Raoul seemed to be amazed at this declaration of his uncle. He raised his hands, and started back with astonishment.
I have an idea that he must have been a brave, honest sort of youth before Clameran ruined him." Prosper was no longer listening. M. Verduret's words had inspired him with confidence. Already he saw the guilty men arraigned before the bar of justice; and enjoyed, in anticipation, this assize-court drama, where he would be publicly exonerated and restored to position.
The next moment a man of about forty years appeared in the doorway, and seemed much surprised at finding a stranger standing in his kitchen. "What will you have, monsieur?" he inquired. "Does not St. Jean, the old valet of the Marquis of Clameran, live here?" "My father died five years ago, monsieur," replied the man in a sad tone.
"What pride! What determination! The idea of her demanding securities of me!" he said to himself as he slowly walked away. "But the proud girl shall be humbled yet. She is so beautiful! and, if I did not so madly love her, I would kill her on the spot!" Never had Clameran been so irritated.
This fearful current is as capricious as a woman, which accounts for the strange effects of inundations; sometimes it rushes to the right, sometimes to the left, sparing one shore and ravaging the other. Gaston was familiar with every turn of the river; he knew that just below Clameran was an abrupt turning, and relied upon the eddy formed thereby, to sweep him in the direction of La Verberie.
Clameran shrugged his shoulders at this outburst of anger, and said in a bantering tone: "Just as you please, my handsome nephew: I rather think you will want to remember it though, when I offer you these three hundred and fifty thousand francs. You will not, I am sure, refuse to accept them as a slight souvenir. Take them: they are yours."
Three or four of his auditors rushed to the assistance of Mme. Fauvel, who seemed about to faint; and at the same time he felt his arm roughly seized by someone behind him. He turned around and faced De Clameran and Lagors, both of whom were pale with anger. "What do you want, gentlemen?" he inquired politely. "To speak to you," they both answered. "I am at your service."
This thought of his pressing want gave him courage to ask Joseph for the key of the chateau, that he might go and examine its condition. "You won't need the key, except the one to the front door, M. the marquis," replied Joseph. It was but too true. Time had done its work, and the lordly manor of Clameran was nothing but a ruin.
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