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Frankly, I believe the men of your province are most inventive, my son," said Father Griffen, smiling mischievously, and emptying his glass in small doses. "I never spoke more seriously, father. You heard the vow which I made on board the Unicorn?" "Impossibility nullifies a vow, my son; because you should swear to measure the ocean, would you engage to fulfill this oath?"
Croustillac said to him, "Father, I have told these gentlemen that we are accused, we Gascons, of telling fibs, but is what they say of Blue Beard the truth?" The face of Father Griffen, ordinarily placid and joyful, took on a darker hue at once, and he replied gravely to the adventurer, "My son, never breathe the name of this woman." "But, Father, is it true?
"Oh, the Lord save us!" wailed the kitchen-maid irrepressibly from the scullery. "I shall speak to Fennessy myself about this," said Mrs. Alexander, making for the door with concentrated purpose, "and in the meantime I wish to hear no more of this rubbish." "I'm sure Fennessy wishes to hear no more of it," said Barnet acridly to Mrs. Griffen, when Mrs.
Angela ran to this door and saw Mirette. The mulattress, with a frightened air, said to Angela that Father Griffen sent an imperative request to enter, having the most important matters to confide to her. The order was given to admit him at once into the reception hall on the ground floor. At the same moment Monmouth came out of his room completely disguised as the mulatto filibuster.
I had a presentiment when I sent Father Griffen here. By heavens! prudent husbands should be preceded by an escort of cymbals to announce their return!" In spite of these ironical words, the features of Croustillac were convulsed; his whole physiognomy expressed a singular mixture of sorrow, anger and hatred.
He swore on his honor to keep my secret and do everything in his power to prevent our being disturbed. He kept his promise, but in dying " "He told Father Griffen everything from scruples of conscience," said Croustillac. "How do you know that?" said the duke.
Father Griffen was ignorant of the fact that the chevalier had exhausted the resources of France, and therefore had expatriated himself. Under certain circumstances, no one was more easily hoodwinked than the good priest; his pity for the unhappy blinding his usual penetration.
In any case, I will warn my friends at Devil's Cliff to redouble their prudence, for, I know not why, the presence of this Gascon disturbs me." We will here hasten to inform the reader that the suspicions of Father Griffen, so far as Croustillac was concerned, were without foundation. The chevalier was nothing more than the poor devil of an adventurer which we have shown him to be.
Do you refuse me this last petition?" "Just now, your highness, the good Father, hearing the noise, came to ask if he might speak to madame." "He is here!" cried Angela, "God be praised!" "Let him enter," said the Gascon gloomily. Chemerant bowed and the guard withdrew. Father Griffen entered. He was grave and sad. "My Father," said Angela, "can you give me some moments' interview?"
See! this arrow tip is poisoned, doubtless; it entered an inch into the back of this chair of hard wood; if it had struck you, you would be dead. What skill was displayed in thus guiding this arrow!" "Zounds, Father! I find it rather more marvelous that I am not touched," said the Gascon. "But what the devil have I done to this savage?" Father Griffen struck his forehead with his hand.
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