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Marmette had sent word to M. Barouche by messenger, but the messenger had missed him. Then he heard Barouche in anger say: "You fool why did you let her leave! It's my bread and butter and yours too that's at stake. I wanted to use her against Grier. She was my final weapon of attack. How long ago did she leave?" Marmette told him.
A delay of three minutes would be enough, for it was a long way, and the distance could only be covered with good luck in the time. Yet Denzil had hope, for his faith in Junia was great, and he felt sure she would do what she planned. He had to trot along fast, because Barouche and Marmette were going hard, and he could not see his way to be of use yet.
"I'm not engaged to Carnac Grier, and he has never asked me to marry him but what business is it of yours, ma'm'selle?" "Come and I'll tell you." Luzanne moved towards the door. They were speechless till they reached Luzanne's lodgings. "This is the house of Monsieur Marmette, an agent of Monsieur Barouche," said Junia. "I know it." "You'll know it better soon.
"The Baron's eyes got fierce and his face hardened, but he stooped and drew the ears of the hound through his hand softly. 'Marmette was my cousin's son, and had lived with me, he said. 'A brave lad, and he had a nice hatred of vileness else he had not died. A strange smile played on his lips for a moment, then he looked at Falise steadily. Who can tell what was working in his mind!
"As the people left, the Baron said to Garoche and Falise: 'A moment with me before you go. The woman started, for she thought of one thing, and Garoche started, for he thought of another the siege of Beaugard and the killing of young Marmette. But they followed the Baron to his chamber. Coming in, he shut the door on them. Then he turned to Garoche.
Marmette had sent word to M. Barouche by messenger, but the messenger had missed him. Then he heard Barouche in anger say: "You fool why did you let her leave! It's my bread and butter and yours too that's at stake. I wanted to use her against Grier. She was my final weapon of attack. How long ago did she leave?" Marmette told him.
Then you know what happened to the young Marmette? Garoche trembled a little, but drew himself up and said: 'M'sieu' le Baron, he tried to kill the Intendant there was no other way. 'What part played you in that, Garoche? Some trembled, for they knew the truth, and they feared the mad will of the Baron. 'I ordered the firing-party, M'sieu' le Baron, he answered.
Denzil saw Barode Barouche leave the house with grim concern and talking hard to Paul Marmette. He knew the way they would go, so he fell behind a tree, and saw them start for the place where they could order a cab. Then he followed them. Looking at his watch he saw that, if they got a cab, they would get to the station before the train started, and he wondered how he could retard Barouche.
A delay of three minutes would be enough, for it was a long way, and the distance could only be covered with good luck in the time. Yet Denzil had hope, for his faith in Junia was great, and he felt sure she would do what she planned. He had to trot along fast, because Barouche and Marmette were going hard, and he could not see his way to be of use yet.
The same, corrected and revised, with many new and large Additions. 8vo, 1683. The Perfect Cook: being the most exact directions for the making all kinds of pastes, with the perfect way teaching how to raise, season, and make all sorts of pies.... As also the Perfect English Cook.... To which is added the way of dressing all manner of Flesh. By M. Marmette. London, 1686, 12mo.
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