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Even now, Renshaw found it difficult to accept Nott's theory that de Ferrieres was the aggressor and Rosey the object, nor could he justify his own suspicion that the Lascar had obtained a surreptitious entrance under Sleight's directions.
The dazed look of De Ferrières might have forced itself even upon Nott's one-idead fatuity, had it not been a part of that gentleman's system delicately to look another way at that moment so as not to embarrass his adversary's calculation. "Pardon," stammered De Ferrières, "but I do not comprehend!" He raised his hand to his head. "I am not well I am stupid. Ah, mon Dieu!"
The door was immediately closed and barred after us, and we found ourselves in the presence of a small, pale-faced man, who peered at us with blinking eyes. The two strangers went on at once, after a word of greeting; but, throwing back her hood, mademoiselle placed her hand on the arm of the little man, saying: "Ferrières, do you not know me?"
The forenoon of September 19 the King removed to the Chateau Ferrieres a castle belonging to the Rothschild family, where Napoleon had spent many happy days in the time of his prosperity.
And she pointed to Ferrières. "As for me, His mercy will come to me too, I pray; and may He forgive you as I, who am to die, forgive you now." It was truth she spoke. A hand more powerful than aught earthly had rescued Ferrières, and he was dead.
Even now, Renshaw found it difficult to accept Nott's theory that De Ferrières was the aggressor and Rosey the object, nor could he justify his own suspicion that the Lascar had obtained a surreptitious entrance under Sleight's directions.
When he was gone De Mouchy pointed to Ferrières as he said to a warder: "Arouse him!" They dragged the fainting man to his feet, and he stood limply between two gaolers; and then the judge asked: "Prisoners, is there anything you would like to say?" And mademoiselle answered for both, in a low but distinct voice: "Nothing. We confess we are of the true faith, and we are willing to die for it.
Renshaw's researches, she was turning back when she noticed that the door which communicated with De Ferrières' loft was partly open. The circumstance was so unusual that she stopped before it in surprise. There was no sound from within; it was the hour when its queer occupant was always absent; he must have forgotten to lock the door, or it had been unfastened by other hands.
Their half-theatrical exhibition reminded her of some play she had seen; they might be the clue to some story, or the mere worthless hoardings of a diseased fancy. Whatever they were, de Ferrieres did not apparently care to explain further; indeed, the next moment his manner changed to his old absurd extravagance. "But this is stupid for Mademoiselle to hear. What shall we speak of?
As good luck would have it, immediately after my visit to Ferrieres, I happened to hear of the Baron Davillier's learned little treatise on this ancient leather-work, or Guadamaciles, variously called cuir d'or, cuirs dores, cuirs basanes, &c. The history of these artistic varieties is so curious, that I will give it in as few words as possible.
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