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Updated: May 28, 2025
In the name of heaven, help me live! God made me a better man than the one you see before you." Brigitte held out her hands and caressed me tenderly. She begged me to tell her all that had led to this sad scene. I spoke of what I had learned from Larive, but did not dare confess that I had interviewed Mercanson. She insisted that I listen to her explanation.
"That is all they have said, and I supposed you knew that." "In a word, yes or no?" "Yes, sir, I think so, at least." I arose from the table and walked down the road; Mercanson was there. I expected he would try to avoid me; on the contrary he approached me. "Sir," he said, "you exhibited signs of anger which it does not become a man of my character to resent.
Three times a day I called at Madame Pierson's and each time was refused admittance. I received one letter from her; she said that my assiduity was causing talk in the village, and begged me to call less frequently. Not a word about Mercanson or her illness.
When we reached the end of the garden walk, a large young man with a pale face, clad in a kind of black cassock, suddenly appeared at the railing. He entered without knocking and bowed to Madame Pierson; it seemed to me that his face, which I considered a bad omen, darkened a little when he saw me. He was a priest I had often seen in the village, and his name was Mercanson; he came from St.
"Sir, you are becoming violent! I think Madame Pierson is seriously ill; she will not be able to see you this week." Another bow, and he retired. It was clear that his visit concealed some mystery: either Madame Pierson did not wish to see me, and I could not explain why; or Mercanson had interfered on his own responsibility.
I waited until the following day and then presented myself at her door; the servant who met me said that her mistress was indeed very ill and could not see me; she refused to accept the money I offered her, and would not answer my questions. As I was passing through the village on my return, I saw Mercanson; he was surrounded by a number of school children, his uncle's pupils.
"That is all they have said, and I supposed you knew that." "In a word, yes or no?" "Yes, sir, I think so, at least." I arose from the table and walked down the road; Mercanson was there. I expected he would try to avoid me; on the contrary he approached me. "Sir," he said, "you exhibited signs of anger which it does not become a man of my character to resent.
I must have some witness who had seen Dalens with Madame Pierson and who knew all about their relations. I could not get that Dalens out of my head, and not being able to talk to any one else, I asked Mercanson about him. If Mercanson was not a bad man, he was either a fool or very shrewd, I have never known which.
I must have some witness who had seen Dalens with Madame Pierson and who knew all about their relations. I could not get that Dalens out of my head, and not being able to talk to any one else, I asked Mercanson about him. If Mercanson was not a bad man, he was either a fool or very shrewd, I have never known which.
Mercanson appeared to be astonished. I was somewhat astonished myself; but who knows his own mind? At his first words I saw that the priest understood what I wanted to know and had decided not to satisfy me. But, doubtless, you have some reason unknown to me for inquiring about him to-day.
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