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Updated: May 11, 2025
'The officer, my friends, I said, 'M. le Capitaine Larolle. 'Where is he? 'DIABLE! but who are you, first? the lanthorn-bearer retorted bluntly. He was a tall, lanky sergeant, with a sinister face. 'Well, I am not M. de Cocheforet, I replied; 'and that must satisfy you, my man. For the rest, if you do not fetch Captain Larolle at once and admit me, you will find the consequences inconvenient.
'But you see we have. Is he going that way? He was. As soon as this was clear, Larolle turned to his comrade. 'Lieutenant, he said, speaking in a low voice, though the chafing of the stream below us covered ordinary sounds; 'what say you? Shall we light the lanthorns, or press on while there is still a glimmering of day? 'On, I should say, M. le Capitaine, the Lieutenant answered.
And then, in a moment, I was in the street, and, as the scream once more tore the air, I dashed round the corner by the inn, and came upon them. I did not look at HIM, but I saw Captain Larolle and the Lieutenant, and a ring of troopers, and one man, bare-armed, teasing out with his fingers the thongs of a whip. The thongs dripped blood, and the sight fired the mine.
Well, I suppose not; for if we wanted company, Captain Larolle said that he would be delighted to see us in the parlour. 'He has taken your parlour? I said. 'He and his lieutenant sit there. But I suppose that we rebels should be thankful, she added bitterly; 'we have still our bedrooms left to us. 'Very well, I said. 'Then I must deal with Clon as I can.
'On the contrary, it was he who killed my Captain, the Lieutenant answered, in another tone than I had expected. 'If your servant is dead so is my comrade. 'Captain Larolle? she murmured, gazing with startled eyes, not at him but at me. I nodded. 'How? she asked. 'Clon flung the Captain and himself into the river pool above the bridge, I said.
'I think that we have him now, Captain Larolle muttered, twisting his moustachios, and looking about to make his last dispositions. 'Paul and Lebrun, see that your man makes no noise. Sergeant, come forward with your carbine, but do not fire without orders. Now, silence all, and close up, Lieutenant. Forward!
'Yes, I am Captain Larolle, he retorted. 'But who, in the fiend's name, are you? You are not the man we are after! 'I am not M. Cocheforet, I said coolly. 'I am merely a guest in the house, M. le Capitaine.
He had a little jewel in one ear, and his tiny beard was peaked A L'ESPAGNOLE. Probably when he turned he expected to see the sergeant, for at the sight of me he rose slowly, leaving the dice still covered. 'What folly is this? he cried, wrathfully. Here, sergeant! Sergeant! without there! What the ! Who are you, sir? 'Captain Larolle, I said uncovering politely, 'I believe?
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