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I shall, however, dissuade him. From what I know of Miss Chandore's character, it would be impossible for her to control herself, if she should meet the Countess Claudieuse." "M. de Chandore ought not to say any thing," said M. Magloire decisively.
She did not stay to ask herself how he could always be there, day and night. Yet it was evident either that he must live in one of the neighbouring houses, or he must pass by the lane des Guerdaches, which ran by the side of the Bishop's park to the Rue Magloire. Then a charming hour passed by.
Madame Magloire had an intelligent, vivacious, and kindly air; the two corners of her mouth unequally raised, and her upper lip, which was larger than the lower, imparted to her a rather crabbed and imperious look.
At his window he had an antique curtain of a coarse woollen stuff, which finally became so old, that, in order to avoid the expense of a new one, Madame Magloire was forced to take a large seam in the very middle of it. This seam took the form of a cross. The Bishop often called attention to it: "How delightful that is!" he said.
"The investigation will last a year," cried Dionysia, "since M. Galpin is determined to obtain from Jacques the confession of a crime which he has not committed." M. Magloire shook his head, and replied, "I believe, on the contrary, madam, that the investigation will be very soon concluded." "But if Jacques keeps silent?"
Thanks to an order from M. Domini, M. Folgat and M. Magloire could spend the evening with Jacques in order to determine all the details, and to agree upon certain replies to be given. Jacques looked excessively pale, but was quite composed. And when his counsel left him, saying, "Keep up your courage and hope," he replied, "Hope I have none; but courage I assure you, I have courage!"
I have seen her, gentlemen, with her husband and her children. No one can feign such looks of tenderness and affection." "He will never give her up!" growled Dr. Seignebos, And touching his friend on the shoulder, for M. Magloire had been his friend for many years, and they were quite intimate, he said, "Ah!
He rose, and said in an almost inaudible voice, "Ah, all is over indeed! Innocent, or guilty, Jacques de Boiscoran will be condemned." M. Magloire made no reply. "And that is," continued the old gentleman, "what you call justice!" "Alas!" sighed M. Seneschal, "it is useless to deny it: trials by jury are a lottery." M. de Chandore, driven nearly to madness by his despair, interrupted him,
"A pretty idea, truly," said Madame Magloire to herself, as she went and came, "to take in a man like that! and to lodge him close to one's self! And how fortunate that he did nothing but steal! Ah, mon Dieu! it makes one shudder to think of it!" As the brother and sister were about to rise from the table, there came a knock at the door. "Come in," said the Bishop. The door opened.
"You are making fun of me," Benedetto gruffly answered. "Did you deceive me when you gave me the letter for Monsieur Magloire?" "Do you really think so?" "What a question! Do you think Monsieur Magloire could aid us in escaping?" "Suppose he has already done so." Benedetto looked at his comrade with wide open mouth. "Are you really so anxious to escape?" continued Anselmo. "Really anxious?
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