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"In the flesh," he responded. "This was a grand chance for you. Ah, ha! The business riled your stomach a little, but nonsense! that will soon pass off. But we must not dawdle here; someone may come in. Let us make haste." Mechanically the murderess advanced; but Marie-Anne's dead body lay between her and the door, barring the passage.
But Maurice took good care to conceal this poignant anxiety and these sorrowful thoughts, and during the days that followed, he presented himself in Marie-Anne's room with a calm, even cheerful face. For she, unfortunately, was not restored to health. She had recovered the full possession of her mental faculties, but her strength had not yet returned.
I took up my abode here. And from day to day, in proportion as the domain of Sairmeuse became more beautiful and extensive beneath my care, I felt myself more and more its rightful owner." But this despairing pleading in behalf of a bad cause produced no impression upon Marie-Anne's loyal heart. "Restitution must be made," she repeated. M. Lacheneur wrung his hands.
When the door closed behind the worthy corporal, Chanlouineau took Marie-Anne's hand and drew her to the tiny grafted window. "Thank you for coming," said he, "thank you. I can see you and speak to you once more. Now that my hours are numbered, I may reveal the secret of my soul and of my life. Now, I can venture to tell you how ardently I have loved you how much I still love you."
Jean had told the truth when he declared that he was not disposing of his sister's estate for his own benefit. In his opinion, Marie-Anne's fortune must be consecrated to one sacred purpose; he would not divert the slightest portion of it to his individual needs.
Here is also a decree of his non-complicity rendered in favor of Abbe Midon, and an order from the bishop which reinstates him as Cure of Sairmeuse; and lastly, a discharge, drawn up in due form, and an acknowledged right to a pension in the name of Corporal Bavois." He paused, and as his astonished hearers stood rooted to their places with wonder, he turned and approached Marie-Anne's bedside.
"Good news!" he cried, as soon as he saw her; "we have caught the minx at last." It was the second day after Marie-Anne's installation at the Borderie. That event was the general topic of conversation; and Chanlouineau's will was the subject of countless comments.
He was lying on his side, with his right arm partly under him, and against that hand he felt the softness of Marie-Anne's cheek, the velvety crush of her hair! And then he whispered, "Marie-Anne " She still lay, for a moment, utterly motionless. Then, slowly, as if believing he had spoken her name in his sleep, she raised her head and looked into his wide-open eyes.
She knew only too well that this heart-broken man had no love to give her, and that she would never have the slightest influence over him. And to crown all, to her already intolerable sufferings was added another, more poignant than all the rest. Speaking one evening of Marie-Anne's death, Martial forgot himself, and spoke of his oath of vengeance.
Chanlouineau opened the envelope and showed her the famous letter which he had dictated, and in which the space for the date of the insurrection was left blank. "My dear friend, we are at last agreed, and the marriage is decided, etc." The light that had sparkled in Marie-Anne's eye was suddenly extinguished.
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