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"Well, how would you have prevented it?" said the post master to Goupil in reply to his remark. "I should have made myself as important to him as the air he breathes. But from the very first you failed to get hold of him. The inheritance of a rich uncle should be watched as carefully as a pretty woman for want of proper care they'll both escape you.
"Do let me alone!" "I'll turn the faucet of that fountain of venom, Goupil whom you're afraid of and we'll see who gets the best of it then." "Just as you choose." "I know very well it will be as I choose! and what I choose first and foremost is that no harm shall come to Desire.
If Madame Dionis were here she could tell you how true that comparison is." "But Monsieur Bongrand has just told me there is nothing to worry about," said Massin. "Oh! there are plenty of ways of saying that!" cried Goupil, laughing. "I would like to have heard your sly justice of the peace say it.
He had already got possession of two sheets, which contained the most atrocious calumnies, conveyed with a degree of art which might make them very dangerous to the Queen's reputation. Goupil said that he could obtain the rest, but that he should want a considerable sum for that purpose.
"A caleche! Hey, Massin!" cried Goupil. "Your inheritance will go at top speed now!" "You ought to be getting good wages, Cabirolle," said the post master to the son of one of his conductors, who stood by the horses; "for it is to be supposed an old man of eighty-four won't use up many horse-shoes. What did those horses cost?" "Four thousand francs.
"Are you not going to wait for me?" he cried, observing that Goupil was going away on foot. "You'll find me on our path, never fear, papa Minoret," replied Goupil, athirst for vengeance and resolved to know the meaning of the zigzags of Minoret's strange conduct.
"My boy," he said to Goupil, as they walked along the terrace, "let my young cousin alone, now." "Pooh!" said the clerk, unable to imagine what capricious conduct meant. "Oh! No, I'm not ungrateful; I'll give you ten per cent, twenty thousand francs, for your services, and you can buy a sheriff's practice in Nemours. I'll guarantee you a marriage with one of Cremiere's daughters, the eldest."
"I hope," he said to Dionis the day when Madame de Portenduere was summoned to pay her debt, "that we shall soon be rid of those nobles; after they are gone we'll drive out the rest." "That old woman with fourteen quarterings," said Goupil, "won't want to witness her own disaster; she'll go and die in Brittany, where she can manage to find a wife for her son."
"Enough, enough," said the doctor feeling his patient's pulse; "do not kill her with joy." At that moment Goupil, who found the street door ajar, opened that of the little salon, and showed his hideous face blazing with thoughts of vengeance which had crowded into his mind as he hurried along. "Monsieur de Portenduere," he said, in a voice like the hissing of a viper forced from its hole.
Something without her bounded at the slightest noise; yet she was afraid of silence, and suspected even the walls of collusion. Even her sleep was restless. Goupil, who knew nothing of her nature, delicate as that of a flower, had found, with the instinct of evil, the poison that could wither and destroy her. The next day passed without a shock.
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