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"Has M. de Boiscoran gotten up yet?" "Not yet," he replied; "and I have orders not to wake him. He came home late last night, and wanted to make up this morning." Instinctively the magistrate and the attorney looked away, each fearing to meet the other's eyes. "Ah! M. de Boiscoran came home late last night?" repeated M. Galpin. "Towards midnight, rather after midnight than before."
'I needn't say how grateful I am, Hugo began. 'Certainly you needn't, said Mr. Galpin. 'I understand. I've been under lock and key myself. 'I should offer you more than this paltry sum, said Hugo, with a smile, 'but I know, of course, that a man like you can always obtain all the money he really wants. Mr. Galpin smiled, too.
He was so very stiff that M. Daubigeon suggested he had been impaled alive on the sword of justice. At Sauveterre M. Galpin was looked upon as a superior man. He certainly believed it himself: hence he was very impatient at being confined to so narrow a sphere of action, and thought his brilliant ability wasted upon the prosecution of a chicken-thief or a poacher.
The magistrate could hardly conceal his disappointment. "Never mind," he said, "we'll find him out. But go on, sir." The count shook his head. "I have nothing more to say," he replied. "I had fainted; and when I recovered my consciousness, some hours later, I found myself here lying on this bed." M. Galpin noted down the count's answers with scrupulous exactness: when he had done, he asked again,
Just give me time to veil my Apollonian form in a pair of trousers, and I appear." Almost immediately, the door opened; and M. de Boiscoran presented himself, his hair dishevelled, his eyes heavy with sleep, but looking bright in his youth and full health, with smiling lips and open hands. "Upon my word!" he said. "That was a happy inspiration you had, my dear Galpin.
But then, you know, cases are like books: they have their luck or ill luck. Jacques will be well defended." "I am not afraid of M. Magloire." "But Mr. Folgat?" "A young man with no weight. I should be far more afraid of M. Lachant." "Do you know the plan of the defence?" This was evidently the place where the shoe pinched; but M. Galpin took care not to let it be seen, and replied, "I do not.
But for a melancholy reason this was a matter of indifference. So ghastly a travesty on their former hale and robust selves, had sickness and sunless confinement made almost all the prisoners, that not even brothers recognized their brothers, and the corridor echoed with poignant voices, calling to the poor creatures: "What's your name?" "Is this Abijah Galpin?" "Are you my brother Jake?"
The young girl made no reply, but sat down at Mechinet's table; but, at the moment when she was putting pen to paper she asked, "Has M. de Boiscoran any books in his prison?" "Yes, madam. At his request M. Galpin himself went and selected, in M. Daubigeon's library, some books of travels and some of Cooper's novels for him." Dionysia uttered a cry of delight.
Old Anthony was literally tearing his hair, as he exclaimed, "Ah, sir! These are the very words M. Galpin said." "Unfortunately every man in his senses will say so." "I know, sir: I know it but too well. He said he had gone to Brechy to see his wood-merchant" "And why should he not?" Anthony shook his head, and said,
Unable to resist her entreaties, they started instantly, without listening to the timid objections made by the marchioness. But the good ladies were sadly mistaken as to the state of mind of M. Galpin. The ex-lover of one of their cousins was not bedded on roses by any means.
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