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"Yes, Jago, I saw him after the affair, reduced to a little black heap like this charcoal. See, this charcoal at the end of my poniard. What things we are! That's just what we shall all come to when we go to the Devil." "Oh, none of these pleasantries!" said the other, very gravely. "You know that I am religious." "Well, I don't say no; it may be so," said Houmain, in the same tone.
"And thine?" replied Jacques. "Is't the crucifix of red-hot iron?" Here Houmain, rising between them, laughing and staggering, said to the judge, slapping him on the shoulder. "You are a long time coming to an understanding, friend; do-on't you know him of old? He's a very good fellow." "I? no!" cried Laubardemont, aloud; "I never saw him before."
At this moment Houmain, kneeling, turned the head of the girl. Her eyes were closed; he drew her toward the brazier, which lighted up her face. "Ah, heavens!" cried Laubardemont, forgetting himself in his fright; " Jeanne again!" "Be calm, my lo-lord," said Houmain, trying to open the eyelids, which closed again, and to raise her head, which fell back again like wet linen; "be, be calm!
"His niece!" cried Jacques, rising; "and thou treat'st her like a slave! Demonio!" "Drink," said Houmain, quietly stirring the brazier with his poniard; "he himself desired it should be so. Sit down." Jacques did so.
But 'tis also more profitable; everything has its price." "Very properly so," said Jacques. "Behold me, then, in a red robe. I helped to give a yellow one and brimstone to a fine fellow, who was cure at Loudun, and who had got into a convent of nuns, like a wolf in a fold; and a fine thing he made of it." "Ha, ha, ha! That's very droll!" laughed Jacques. "Drink," said Houmain.
"'What scruple still weighs upon thy soul, O my sister? Dost thou think I have offered too high a worship to thy virtue? Fearest thou so pure an admiration should deter me from that of the Lord?" Houmain had reached this point when the door through which the witnesses had withdrawn suddenly opened. The judges anxiously whispered together.
Rising with all the gravity he could assume, but still with visible agitation, one of the judges, named Houmain, judge-Advocate of Orleans, read a sort of indictment in a voice so low and hoarse that it was impossible to follow it. He made himself heard only when what he had to say was intended to impose upon the minds of the people.
"Yes, Jago, I saw him after the affair, reduced to a little black heap like this charcoal. See, this charcoal at the end of my poniard. What things we are! That's just what we shall all come to when we go to the Devil." "Oh, none of these pleasantries!" said the other, very gravely. "You know that I am religious." "Well, I don't say no; it may be so," said Houmain, in the same tone.
The concluding words led de Laubardemont to believe that he could obtain some admission from Grandier through fear of suffering, so he ordered the court to be cleared, and, being left alone with Maitre Houmain, criminal lieutenant of Orleans, and the Franciscans, he addressed Grandier in a stern voice, saying there was only one way to obtain any mitigation of his sentence, and that was to confess the names of his accomplices and to sign the confession.
"Yes, Jago, I saw him after the affair, reduced to a little black heap like this charcoal. See, this charcoal at the end of my poniard. What things we are! That's just what we shall all come to when we go to the Devil." "Oh, none of these pleasantries!" said the other, very gravely. "You know that I am religious." "Well, I don't say no; it may be so," said Houmain, in the same tone.
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