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"article II. Whoever shall deliver the body of the elder Lacheneur, dead or alive, will receive a reward of twenty thousand francs." This was signed Duc de Sairmeuse. "God be praised!" exclaimed Maurice, "Marie-Anne's father has escaped! He had a good horse, and in two hours " A glance and a nudge of the elbow from the abbe checked him. The abbe drew his attention to the man standing near them.
Not a letter reached her that her husband had not previously read. And she had not the slightest suspicion of the constant espionage to which she was subjected. Martial did not leave his room; he pretended to be ill. To meet his wife and be silent, was beyond his powers. He remembered the oath of vengeance which he had pronounced over Marie-Anne's lifeless form too well.
He was thinking only of naked fists. Into a canoe he followed the bateau man, who turned his craft swiftly in the direction of the opposite shore. And as they went, David was sure he caught the slight movement of a curtain at the little window of Marie-Anne's forward cabin. He smiled back and raised his hand, and at that the curtain was drawn back entirely, and he knew that St.
Tears glittered in Marie-Anne's eyes, but she drew away her hand. "Ah! it is you who are cruel, Monsieur; it is you who are without pity. Do you not see what I suffer, and that it is impossible for me to endure further torture? No, I have nothing to tell you; there is nothing you can say to my father. Why do you seek to impair my courage when I require it all to struggle against my despair?
We must have an honest man who sympathizes with the opinions of Baron d'Escorval an old soldier who fought under Napoleon, if possible." A sudden inspiration visited Marie-Anne's mind. "I know the man that you require!" she cried. "You?" "Yes, I. At the citadel." "Take care! Remember that he must risk much. If this should be discovered, those who take part in it will be sacrificed."
The decisive moment had come the life of the baron hung upon Marie-Anne's courage and address. The consciousness of the terrible responsibility devolving upon her restored her self-control and calmness as if by magic. "I have a revelation to sell to you, Monsieur," she said, resolutely.
That was his only motive in going, but, on the very evening of his arrival, he learned through a garrulous old peasant woman that ever since his departure that is to say, for a period of twenty years two parties had been making persistent inquiries for a child which had been placed somewhere in the neighborhood. Jean knew that it was Marie-Anne's child they were seeking.
She was so near her victim that she could distinguish the throbbing of her temples, and sometimes she fancied she could feel upon her cheek her rival's breath, which scorched like flame. An utter prostration followed Marie-Anne's paroxysm of agony. One would have supposed her dead had it not been for the convulsive workings of the jaws and her labored breathing.
Blanche. She then regarded it as an imaginary evil, designed to hold timorous spirits in check. On the morning that followed her crime, she almost shrugged her shoulders at the thought of Marie-Anne's dying threats. She remembered her promise, but she did not intend to fulfil it.
"What do you intend to do? Tell me; I will know." "Nothing! let me alone." "Jean!" "Let me alone," he said, roughly, disengaging himself. A horrible presentiment crossed Marie-Anne's mind. She stepped back, and solemnly, entreatingly, she said: "Take care, take care, my brother. It is not well to tamper with these matters. Leave to God's justice the task of punishing those who have wronged us."
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