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Updated: May 21, 2025
Then, in his turn, Mederic stopped and watched his flight with stupefaction. He saw the mayor reenter his house, and he waited still, as if something astonishing were about to happen. In fact, presently the tall form of Renardet appeared on the summit of the Fox's tower. He ran round the platform like a madman.
You are even able to recognize my handwriting. I tell you I want that paper." "I can't." "Look here, Mederic, you know that I'm incapable of deceiving you I tell you I want it." "No, I can't." A tremor of rage passed through Renardet's soul. "Damn it all, take care!
Pale and out of breath, with his cap in his hand, Mederic found the mayor seated at a long table covered with scattered papers. He was a large, tall man, heavy and red-faced, strong as an ox, and was greatly liked in the district, although of an excessively violent disposition. Almost forty years old and a widower for the past six months, he lived on his estate like a country gentleman.
The man, knowing that the mayor would not brook opposition, set forth again with hesitating steps, casting a timid side glance at the corpse. Distant voices were heard under the trees, a confused sound, the noise of an approaching crowd, for Mederic had, in the course of his rounds, carried the news from door to door.
He walked on, with bent head, and from time to time glanced round in search of the persons he had sent for. When he stood beneath the trees he stopped, took off his hat and wiped his forehead as Mederic had done, for the burning sun was darting its fiery rays on the earth. Then the mayor resumed his journey, stopped once more and retraced his steps.
Mederic slackened his pace, took off his black cap adorned with red lace and wiped his forehead, for it was by this time hot in the meadows, though it was not yet eight o'clock in the morning. He had just recovered from the effects of the heat and resumed his quick pace when he noticed at the foot of a tree a knife, a child's small knife.
"Oh! no oh! no. Only I jumped out of bed to ask you for this letter. I was asleep. You understand?" He said in reply: "What letter?" "The one you are going to give back to me." Mederic now began to hesitate. The Mayor's attitude did not strike him as natural. There was perhaps a secret in that letter, a political secret.
The postman dashed into the kitchen where the servants were taking breakfast, and exclaimed: "Is the Mayor up? I want to speak to him at once." Mederic was recognized as a man of weight and authority, and it was soon understood that something serious had happened. As soon as word was brought to M. Renardet, he ordered the postman to be sent up to him.
Mederic slackened his pace, took off his black cap adorned with red lace and wiped his forehead, for it was by this time hot in the meadows, though it was not yet eight o'clock in the morning. He had just recovered from the effects of the heat and resumed his quick pace when he noticed at the foot of a tree a knife, a child's small knife.
Only I jumped out of bed to ask you for this letter. I was asleep. You understand?" He said in reply: "What letter?" "The one you are going to give back to me." Mederic now began to hesitate. The mayor's attitude did not strike him as natural. There was perhaps a secret in that letter, a political secret.
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