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Updated: July 19, 2025
William Locke, an old colonial merchant, at his pretty cottage and gardens on the Merri Creek, between four and five miles out by the Sydney-road, I diverged westwards from the purely bush track which as yet constituted that main highway of the future Victoria.
The first of these is described at length by the knight Merri Dupuis "temoin oculaire" who sets down: "Je, Mary Dupuis gros et rude de sens et de entendement je veuille parler et desscrire au plus bref que je pourray et au plus pres de la verite selon que je pen voir a lueil."
When the Count described the disease, Monsieur de Merri said he knew all about it and could cure it. The Count took him to the chateau, where he stayed a fortnight, for you see, however jealous the count may be of his wife, he cares more for his hounds. Monsieur de Merri cured them, and that is how he got admission to the Chateau de Lavardin.
The Old-Testament Joshua, who "stopped the Sun," was in all probability this same Syrian divinity. According to tradition this Joshua, or Jesus, was the son of Mary, a name which with slight variations is found in nearly all the old mythologies. Greek and Hindoo divinities were mothered by either a Mary, Meriam, Myrrah, or Merri.
"If you will take the trouble to send to La Flèche, you will find that Monsieur de Merri is really slain," said I warmly. "Oh, no doubt," said the Captain. "But before he was slain, he had time to take you into his confidence regarding certain things." "Not at all. I had never seen him before that evening. It was from his servant, after he was dead, that I learned he was coming to Montoire.
A recrudescence of excitement went the round of the spectators. The gamblers sitting round a narrow deal table, on which past libations had left marks of sticky rings, had scarce room to move their elbows. "Nineteen and four twenty-three!" "You are out of it, Desmonts!" "Not yet!" "Twelve and twelve!" "There! What did I tell you?" "Wait! wait! Now, Merri! Now!
But Rateau had collapsed whether with excitement or the ravages of disease, it were impossible to say. He sat upon a low chair, his long legs, his violet-circled eyes staring out with a look of hebetude and overwhelming fatigue. Merri looked around him and shuddered.
From some casual words of Monsieur de Merri at the inn at La Flèche, before we quarrelled, I was led to believe that the cause of his journey had something to do with the welfare of a lady. Afterwards when I heard whither he was bound so hastily, I remembered that.
These were not times when it was possible for any girl, however carefully nurtured and tenderly brought up, to remain ignorant of the realities and the brutalities of life. Even before Merri had put his abominable proposition before her, she knew what he was driving at. Marriage marriage to him! that ignoble wretch, more vile than any dumb creature! In exchange for her life!
Unguarded, unthinking, acting just with a blind instinct, she raised it and cried hoarsely: "If you dare touch me, I'll kill you!" It was ludicrous, of course. A mouse threatening a tiger. The very next moment Rateau had seized her hand and quietly taken away the knife. Merri shook himself like a frowsy dog. "Whew!" he ejaculated. "What a vixen!
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