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He had just said this when we rounded the abrupt curve the gallery made, and came face to face with two men walking arm-in-arm in the direction opposite to that we were taking. They were Simon and De Ganache, and recognition was mutual and instant.
La Valentinois was too quick, and struck at once." Le Brusquet swore under his breath, and Lorgnac went on: "It happened in this way. On leaving Orrain this evening he told me that De Ganache had been arrested." "De Ganache arrested too!" "Yes; at sundown near the wicket gate.
In a flash the mice had vanished, and two men entered the room. They were the landlord and De Ganache, the latter booted and spurred and wearing the hat that was lent to him, or rather given to him, this morning. He sat down on a chair at the dining-table, and placed his hat beside him, running his fingers through the red plumes. "Eh bien," he said, with a laugh, "Monsieur there sleeps soundly.
"They belong to De Ganache," I said; "he was reading them as I came up." "In that case I will return them to monsieur with my own hands." And Le Brusquet slipped the packet into his pocket. Then turning he took me by the arm and led me off, telling me some absurd story, and laughing loudly, until we had passed out of sight of the windows. Then he stopped.
"'Tis a pity you could not get mademoiselle's horse." "It was impossible, monsieur; but you will find mine carry her as well, and it is even now ready. "Well; it does not much matter." And rising De Ganache opened the window and looked forth. "It is a night of stars," he said, "and dark. Lord! if we but had a moon!" "Monsieur will find the guide lead you well."
I had more than guessed who my prisoner was, though, of course, I was not sure, and the mention of De Ganache in connection with her had struck me like a blow. But it was hardly the time to think of matters like this, and putting it aside with a firm hand I hurried to my quarters, where to my annoyance I found the Capuchin Grigolet.
It was not this that had prompted me to intervene on his behalf. Had it been anyone else I should have acted as I had done. De Ganache was not clean-handed. He had shown little mercy to those who fell into his hands, and when face to face with death he had shown the white feather, though at the last he seemed to recover himself.
And now De Mouchy spoke. "Monsieur De Ganache, do you recognise the prisoners there?" De Ganache followed his glance; a shiver went through him, and as he looked a red flush mounted to his forehead. Never had I seen a man look so before, and, thank God! never after. Unspeakable shame and hopeless despair were sealed upon his face.
We took our places silently in the group just as Montluc spoke, in a harsh, stern voice: "M. de Ganache, your crimes are heavy, and you are about to pay for them. I bear no malice against you. I set aside my private wrongs, the plunder of my Château of Estillac, the burning of my woods, and the wanton destruction of my papers and manuscripts collected by me with immense care."
In any other thing I would yield to you, but not in this." "Listen. Your plan was well laid; but my men are not traitors, and I I have not slept. Monsieur de Ganache, I have but to raise my voice, and there will be three to one against you " "I care not," he answered furiously, and his sword flashed in his hand, but in a moment Diane was between us. "De Ganache! Monsieur Broussel!
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