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Immediately, however, her maid, who had evidently been on the lookout for her return, told her that her grandfather and the lawyer from Paris were waiting for her in the baron's study. She hastened there without stopping to take off her bonnet; and, as soon as she came in, M. de Chandore handed her Jacques's letter, saying, "Here is your answer."
"Something, that was not put down in the bill," said Dumoulin; "he will soon be back." "That's it," said Cephyse. "Now cavalier suel!" she added, as she took Jacques's place, and the dance continued.
Brother Jacques neared them unconsciously, still at his beads. "On my honor, it is as I tell you. The Chevalier . . ." Brother Jacques raised his eyes, "What! forfeited his rights in a moment of madness? Proclaimed himself to be . . . before you all? Impossible!" The beads slipped through Brother Jacques's fingers. He leaned against the wall, his eyes round, his nostrils expanded.
"Give me a moment to think." Brother Jacques was secretly pleased to have tamed this spirit. "To you or to no one," repeated the vicomte. "Do you believe in the holiness and sacredness of your office?" "As I believe in God," devoutly. Fervor had at once elevated Brother Jacques's priestly mind above earthly cunning. "You will hear my confession?" "Yes." The vicomte knelt.
What! we premeditate a crime, and we do not say to ourselves that we shall certainly be convicted unless we prepare an alibi! What! we leave home with the fixed purpose of killing a man, and we load our gun with small-shot! Really, you make the defence too easy; for your charges do not stand being examined." It was Jacques's turn, this time, to testify his approbation.
At the cry of Ninny Moulin, who had, though late, thrown himself upon Jacques to take away the knife, Cephyse raised her head: Jacques's woeful dejection wrung her heart; she rose, and fell upon his neck, notwithstanding his resistance, exclaiming in a voice broken by sobs, "Jacques, if you knew! if you only knew listen do not condemn me without hearing me I will tell you all, I swear to you without falsehood this man," and she pointed to Morok, "will not dare deny what I say; he came, and told me to have the courage to "
When the letter had been read, M. Folgat and M. de Chandore sadly turned their heads aside, fearing lest Dionysia should read in their eyes the secret of their thoughts. But she felt only too well what it meant. "You cannot doubt Jacques, grandpapa!" she cried. "No," murmured the old gentleman feebly, "no." "And you, M. Folgat are you so much hurt by Jacques's desire to consult another lawyer?"
As they turned to quit the workshop, the pastor observed Jacques's eye fixed with a puzzled expression of countenance, on his canoe. "You have never seen anything like that before, I daresay?" said he, with a smile. "No, sir; I never did see such a queer machine afore."
"I have ninety-nine chances out of a hundred for me." "There is one, however, against you," cried the young girl. And seizing Jacques's hands, and pressing them with a force of which he would never have suspected her, she added, "You have no right to run that one chance." Jacques trembled in all his limbs. Was it possible? Did he understand her?
By the prairie-track I went over to Fort Desire, near the Rockies, almost immediately after this, to see about buying a ranch with my old chum at Trinity, Polly Cliffshawe Polydore, you know. Whom should I meet in a hut on the ranch but Jacques's friend, Pretty Pierre. This was luck; but he was not like Jacques Pontiac, he was secretive as a Buddhist deity.
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