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Then it took him five minutes' hard work to utter, amid a thousand painful contortions, the name of his mother. "Co-co-co-lette." Hence came his name Cocoleu. It had been ascertained that he was utterly unable to do anything; and people ceased to interest themselves in his behalf. The consequence was, that he became a vagabond as of old. It was about this time that Dr.
Then turning once more to Cocoleu, in the midst of so deep a silence that the buzzing of a fly would have been distinctly heard, he asked, "Do you know, my boy, what you say? Do you know that you are accusing a man of a horrible crime?" Whether Cocoleu understood, or not, he was evidently deeply agitated.
"He had light trousers on," replied the idiot, stammering still most painfully, "a dark-brown shooting-jacket, and a big straw hat. His trousers were stuffed into his boots." Two or three peasants looked at each other, as if they had at last hit upon a suspicious fact. The costume which Cocoleu had so accurately described was well known to them all.
I have said that Cocoleu was a wretched cheat, a miserable impostor, a false witness, and I shall prove it. Boiscoran can count upon me." He broke off here, and, placing himself before M. Folgat, he added, "And I say M. de Boiscoran may count upon me, because I have my reasons. I have formed very singular suspicions, sir, very singular."
He was hideous at that moment, with his livid face spotted all over with red marks, his hanging lips covered with white foam, and his brutish glances. "Why would you not come?" asked M. Seneschal. The idiot looked as if he did not hear. "Why did you bite Michael?" continued the mayor. Cocoleu made no reply. "Do you know that M. de Boiscoran is in prison because of what you have said?"
"All this I had told my learned brother, before taking him to the hospital. There we found Cocoleu more obstinate than ever in his silence, which even M. Galpin had not induced him to break. All our efforts to obtain a word from him were fruitless, although it was very evident to me that he understood very well.
They were sent off; and, as soon as they had left the room, he said to M. Folgat, "I am just from the hospital. I have seen Goudar. He had done it. He had made Cocoleu talk." "And what does he say?" "Well, exactly what I knew he would say, as soon as they could loose his tongue.
There have been ten witnesses present at the examination. My honor is at stake. I must establish either the guilt or the innocence of the man whom Cocoleu accuses." Immediately, walking up to the count's bed, he asked, "Will you have the kindness, Count Claudieuse, to tell me what your relations are to M. de Boiscoran?" Surprise and indignation caused the wounded man to blush deeply.
Cocoleu has not the sense of a man; but he has all the instincts of a brute. However, I'll try." There was nothing to keep either M. de Chandore or M. Folgat any longer at Boiscoran; hence, after having warned Anthony to watch the seals well, and get a glimpse, if possible, of Jacques's gun, when the officers should come for the different articles, they left the chateau.
He raised his inane face, and fixed his dull eye on the lady superior; but he made no reply. "Would you like to go back to Valpinson?" asked the lawyer again. He shuddered, but did not open his lips. "Look here," said M. Galpin, "answer me, and I'll give you a ten-cent piece." No: Cocoleu was at his play again. "That is the way he is always," declared the lady superior.
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