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Hulot now changed parts with his opponent and became the aggressor. At the first sign of the Gars' intention, the company stationed under the walls of the castle were ordered to cut off the Chouans' retreat by seizing the upper outlet of the valley of the Nancon.
"Adjutant," said Clef-des-Coeurs, "isn't it a sham attack, to capture our travellers and get a ransom." "The devil is in it, but I believe you are right," replied Gerard, darting back towards the highroad. Just then the Chouan fire slackened, for, in truth, the whole object of the skirmish was to give the chevalier an opportunity to utter his warning to the Gars.
The destined master of Beaubocage and Cotenoir was entirely without ready money. He had his watch. He put his hand upon that clumsy timekeeper as he talked to madame. "Je te porterai chez ma tante, mon gars," he said to himself. But he doubted whether the high priests of the pious mountain the Dordona of Pauperism would advance much upon this antique specimen of the watchmaker's art.
"Saint-Georges," replied two or three of the men, in the Breton patois, "and we are dying of hunger." "Well, there," said the woman; "do you see that smoke down there? that's my house. Follow the path to the right, and you will come to the rock above it. Perhaps you'll meet my man on the way. Galope-Chopine is sure to be on watch to warn the Gars.
It's the bed yer bonny mither got a soon' sleep in at last, and muckle was she i' the need o' 't! An' jist tak tent the morn what ye say whan Jean's i' the room, or maybe o' the ither side o' the door, for she's no mowse. I dinna ken what gars me keep the jaud. I believe 'at gien the verra deevil himsel' had been wi' me sae lang, I wadna ha'e the hert to turn him aboot his ill business.
Mademoiselle de Verneuil was compelled to mingle with this detachment, which was on its way, like herself, to Saint-James, and would naturally protect her from all danger as soon as Galope-Chopine informed them that the Gars glove was in her possession, provided always that the abbe did not see her.
Now, don't leave me except to do what I bid you, and you will obey your mother and earn some big sous do you like sous?" "Yes." "You like sous, and you want to kill the Gars who killed your father well, I'll take care of you. Ah! Marie," he muttered, after a pause, "you yourself shall betray him, as you engaged to do! She is too violent to suspect me passion never reflects.
"What gars ye ask that?" he said, and he caught me by the breast of the jacket, and looked this time straight into my eyes: his own were little and light, and bright like a bird's, blinking and winking strangely. "What do you mean?" I asked, very calmly, for I was far stronger than he, and not easily frightened. "Take your hand from my jacket. This is no way to behave."
The count gave her a glance and passed into the next room, from which he presently returned accompanied by the Gars. "He is mine!" she thought, observing his face in the mirror.
Who goes there?" he cried, catching the arm of a boy who seemed to have clambered up the dangerous rocks which made the terrace of the Promenade. "It is I," said a childish voice. "Ah! the boy with the bloody foot. Do you want to revenge your father?" said Corentin. "Yes," said the child. "Very good. Do you know the Gars?" "Yes." "Good again.
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