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Only when Tavannes seemed to ponder on his message, and to be fain to delay, "Go on," he muttered with brutal frankness; "your time is up!" Tavannes started, the paper slipped from his fingers. Maudron saw a chance of getting it without committing himself, and quick as the thought leapt up in his mind he stooped, and grasped the paper, and would have leapt back with it!
A man thrust himself forward. "Ay, I'll have it!" he cried. "Give it here!" "It is yours," Count Hannibal answered, "if you will carry ten words to Marshal Tavannes when I am gone." The man's neighbour laid a restraining hand on his shoulder. "And Marshal Tavannes will pay you finely," he said. But Maudron, the man who had offered, shook off the hand.
Here for a score of yards a strip of hard foreshore ran between mud and wall. He struggled along it until he reached the end of the wall; then with a shuddering glance at the black heaving pit from which he had escaped, and which yet gurgled above the body of the hapless Maudron a tribute to horror which even his fierce nature could not withhold he turned and painfully climbed the river-bank.
"Gentlemen, I ask a minute only," he said. "A minute for a dying man is not much. Your friends had as much." And the fellows, acknowledging the claim and assured that their victim could not escape, let Maudron go round the table to him.
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