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"What a woman!" cried Hulot as he walked away with Corentin. "A queer idea of those police fellows in Paris to send her here; but she'll never deliver him up to us," he added, shaking his head. "Oh yes, she will," replied Corentin. "Don't you see she loves him?" said Hulot. "That's just why she will. Besides," looking at the amazed commandant, "I am here to see that she doesn't commit any folly.
"Base, odious, cowardly, and so contrary to the generous spirit of the nation," replied Corentin, "that it will meet with universal opprobrium." "Well! Mademoiselle de Cinq-Cygne is incapable of baseness," cried the abbe. You see she took flight when we came; I sent the mayor to warn her." "Yes, but for one who is so anxious to save them, you followed rather closely on his heels," said the abbe.
When the Councillor of State returned home he told Corentin so positively that the d'Hauteserre and Simeuse brothers were in the neighborhood and probably at Cinq-Cygne that the two agents despatched the captain with the rest of his company, who, fortunately for the four gentlemen, crossed the forest on their way to the chateau during the time when Michu was making Violette drunk.
"And when you robbed that notary to enrich the Thuilliers for your own advantage," said Corentin, "did you keep your own esteem and that of the Council of barristers? And who knows, monsieur, if in your life there are not still blacker actions than that?
Marie's contempt for Corentin was extremely pleasing to Hulot, who made his well-known grimace as she turned away in the direction of her own house. Corentin followed her with his eyes, letting his face express a consciousness of the fatal power he knew he could exercise over the charming creature, by working upon the passions which sooner or later, he believed, would give her to him.
It was one of those obscure but terrible conflicts on which are expended in marches and countermarches, in strategy, skill, hatred, and vexation, the powers that might make a fine fortune. Men and means were kept absolutely secret by Peyarde, seconded in this business by his friend Corentin a business they thought but a trifle.
"Oh! that's quite a history; by my help he was able to get back a lot of diamonds which had been stolen from him." At this moment Corentin entered the room. "All is well," he said to la Peyrade. "There are signs of returning reason.
"No doubt he has only postponed his shot to prevent an evil he thinks worse than the loss of Gondreville." "He knew what we were the moment he laid eyes on us," said Peyrade. "I thought then that he was amazingly intelligent for a peasant." "That proves that he is always on his guard," replied Corentin. "But, mind you, my old man, don't let us make a mistake.
"Why do you betray your own side?" said Hulot, quickly, having drawn her out of hearing of Corentin. "Ah! general, see my boy's foot that's washed in the blood of my man, whom the Chouans have killed like a calf, to punish him for the few words you got out of me the other day when I was working in the fields.
One, that dandy Corentin, whose face is like a glass of lemonade, vinegar on his lips and verjuice in his eyes, put an end to the insurrection at the West in the year VII. in less than fifteen days. The other is a disciple of Lenoir; he is the only one who preserves the great traditions of the police.
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