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As to my having been here never breathe a word of it, as you value your life." She said no more, but relapsed into thought. Presently she looked up, signed to Jacqueline, and together they went up into Godefroid's room.
This was evidently a great concession in the eyes of the poor father, and he had the satisfaction of seeing, by the look on Godefroid's face, that it was understood. An hour later, Cartier returned with a number of beautiful flowering plants, which he placed himself in the jardinieres, covering them with fresh moss.
The cause of this change and of the sternness in Godefroid's face was an event which had just taken place in the rue Chanoinesse. When the initiate arrived there he found Madame de la Chanterie and her friends assembled in the salon awaiting dinner; and he instantly took Monsieur Joseph apart to give him the four volumes on "The Spirit of Modern Laws."
And then the old man heard with dismay a groan mingling with the sound of a heavy fall the fall, as his experienced ear assured him, of a dead body. He hastened into Godefroid's room, and saw him lying in a heap with a long rope tight round his neck, the end meandering over the floor. When he had untied it, the poor lad opened his eyes. "Where am I?" he asked, with a hopeful gleam.
"So there are several lozenges in the harlequin's coat that we call happiness; and well, there was neither hole nor stain in this Godefroid's costume.
Monsieur Alain placed the papers, yellowed by time, in Godefroid's hand; the latter, bidding the old man good-night, carried them off to his room, where he read, before he slept, the following document: Court of Criminal and Special Justice for the Department of the Orne
Godefroid's curiosity was excited to the highest degree by this first entrance on his new life. When they returned to the salon after breakfast, he was left alone; Madame de la Chanterie retired to the embrasure of a window and held a little private council with her four friends. This conference, entirely devoid of animation, lasted half an hour.
After promising all that angel asked, the jacobin plunged back into frightful profligacy, and finally escaped the hands of justice only by again taking refuge with his wife, in whose care he died in safety. "Oh! but that is nothing!" cried the goodman, seeing the pain on Godefroid's face. "No one, in the world in which he lived, had known he was a married man.
But the kindly Alain! he, who like my uncle Toby, wouldn't crush a gnat till it had stung him twenty times, that sweet soul to have been tortured by repentance! This reflection in Godefroid's mind filled the pause made by the old man after saying, "Now listen to me!" a pause he filled himself by pushing his cushion under Godefroid's feet to share it with him.
But Godefroid did not yet know Parisian human nature when embodied in a Vauthier. That woman resolved to have Godefroid's money and Barbet's too. She instantly ran off to her proprietor, while Godefroid changed his clothes in order to present himself properly before the daughter of Monsieur Bernard.
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