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He drew a sigh of relief and misery in one. At that instant he caught sight of the flushed face of Detricand, who broke into a laugh of tipsy mirth when Olivier Delagarde told how the French officer had stricken him down as he was about finishing off Rullecour. All at once the whole thing rushed upon Ranulph. What a fool he had been!
Three or four men rushed forward on Ranulph. He hurled them back. Others came on with weapons. The girl fled for an instant, then reappeared with a musket, as the people were crowding in on Delagarde with threats and execrations. "Stop! stop!" cried the girl from above, as Ranulph seized a black- smith's hammer to meet the onset.
An officer came up and held out a hand to him. "Your shot ended the business," said he. "You're a brave fellow. What is your name?" "Ranulph Delagarde, sir." "Delagarde eh? Then well done, Delagardes! They say your father was the first man killed. We won't forget that, my lad."
For the boat of the fugitives had scarcely cleared reefs and rocks, and reached the open Channel, when Olivier Delagarde, uttering the same cry as when Ranulph and the soldiers had found him wounded in the Grouville road sixteen years before, suddenly started up from where he had lain mumbling, and whispering incoherently, "Ranulph they've killed me!" fell back dead.
There was a horrible fascination in being where his father was, in listening to his falsehoods, in watching the turns and twists of his gross hypocrisies. But yet at times he was moved by a strange pity, for Olivier Delagarde was, in truth, far older than his years: a thin, shuffling, pallid invalid, with a face of mingled sanctity and viciousness.
This happened on the morning after the dark night when Mattingley, Carterette, and Alixandre hurried from the Vier Prison, through the Rue des Sablons to the sea, and there boarded Ranulph's boat, wherein was Olivier Delagarde the traitor. Accompanying Carterette to the shore was a little figure that moved along beside them like a shadow, a little grey figure that carried a gold-headed cane.
That, however, had stopped at last, for the woman had threatened the Royal Court, and the man, having no wish to face its summary convictions, thereafter conducted himself towards them both with a morose indifference. The boy was called Ranulph, a name which had passed to him through several generations of Jersey forebears Ranulph Delagarde. He was being taught the trade of ship-building in St.
To abuse him in his own argot was to make him loose his bag of mice in a flash. "Bachouar yourself, Maitre Ranulph! You'll find out soon. No news no trouble eh! Par made, Mattingley's gone to the Vier Prison he! The baker's come back, and the Connetable's after Olivier Delagarde.
Several things had come at once: his going, on whom should she lavish her good advice and biting candour now? yesterday's business in the Vier Marchi with Olivier Delagarde, and the bitter change in Ranulph. Sorrowful reflections and as sorrowful curiosity devoured her. All day she tortured herself. The late afternoon came, and she could bear it no longer she would visit Guida.
For the boat of the fugitives had scarcely cleared reefs and rocks, and reached the open Channel, when Olivier Delagarde, uttering the same cry as when Ranulph and the soldiers had found him wounded in the Grouville road sixteen years before, suddenly started up from where he had lain mumbling, and whispering incoherently, "Ranulph they've killed me!" fell back dead.
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