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Well, to-morrow, my clients though I am ashamed to speak of them as such will send to a well known morning paper a tale, with the title, 'Story of a Day's Shooting. Of course only initials will be used for the names, but no doubt will exist as to the identity of the actors in the tragedy." "You forget that in actions for libel proofs are not admitted." Mascarin shrugged his shoulders.
This sum was so much greater than Paul had dared to hope, that he believed Mascarin was amusing himself at his expense. "It is not kind of you to laugh at me, under the present circumstances," remarked he. Mascarin was not laughing at him; but it was fully half an hour before he could prove this to Paul. "You would like more proof of what I say," said he, after a long conversation.
"But I declare to you " "Do not be alarmed; dig as deeply as he might, your gardener would discover nothing." The lawyer uttered a stifled exclamation of rage as he perceived the pit into which he had fallen. "He would find nothing," resumed Mascarin, "and yet the story is all true.
"Did he say how long he would be away?" "Only to give his lessons. I suppose he expected that you would call." "Very good," remarked the old man; then, addressing Dr. Hortebise, he said, "Perhaps, sir, you are going to the Registry Office?" "Yes; I want to see Mascarin."
I look upon him as my friend." Palot made a gesture signifying that henceforth his late antagonist was as something sacred in his eyes. "You will be his shadow," pursued Lecoq, "and keep near enough to him to rush to his aid at a moment of danger. That gang, of which Mascarin is the head, want his life. You are my right-hand man, and I trust him to you.
The Marquis had found out this, and was utterly involved, when Mascarin extended a helping hand to him, to which he clung with all the energy of a drowning man. Whatever Henry de Croisenois' anxieties may have been on the day in question, he did not allow a symptom of them to appear, and on his entrance negligently drawled, "I have kept you waiting, I fear; but really my time is not my own.
Beaumarchef cast a furious glance at the shameless youth, and told him that he would report everything to his master. The boy, however, did not seem to care a pin. "I intends to see Master Mascarin myself presently," remarked Chupin. "You are an idiot." "Why so? Do you think I didn't live better before I had anything to do with this blooming old cove? I never worked then.
Be at ease, you shall have that and much more. I am getting old. I have no ties in the world you shall be my adopted son." A cloud settled on Paul's brow, for the idea that his life was to be passed in this office was most displeasing to him. Mascarin divined his inmost thoughts with perfect ease. "And the young fool does not know where to go for a crust of bread," thought he.
"Too often, too often, my good fellow. Do you think that your nose and eyelids are not real telltales?" "But I assure you, sir " "Do you not remember I told you that you had asthmatic symptoms? Why, the movement of your pectoral muscles shows that your lungs are affected." "But I have been running, sir." Mascarin broke in upon this conversation, which he considered frivolous.
"You are better now," observed Mascarin; and then, believing it would be best to finish his work, he added, "A quarter of an hour ago I promised that I would ask you to settle what our intentions were to be regarding M. de Gandelu." "That is enough," broke in Paul, violently. Mascarin put on his most benevolent smile. "You see," remarked he, "how circumstances change ideas.
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