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"He does not call himself Montresor openly, but I have reason to know that he is intending to pass himself off as the son and heir of the Count Eugene, who was outlawed nearly twenty years ago. Perhaps you have heard of that." "O, yes; I remember all about that. His wife was a Huguenot, and both of them got off. His estates were confiscated. It was private enmity, I believe.
"The Chevalier de Canaples must be warned," I exclaimed. "'T is an ugly business," muttered Montresor. "I'll wager a hundred that Mazarin will hang the Chevalier if he catches him just now." "He would not dare!" cried Malpertuis. "Not dare?" echoed the lieutenant.
"Upon this, fresh charges were made against him, and lettres de cachet were issued. These would have flung him into the Bastile, to rot and die forgotten. But Montresor had effectually concealed himself, together with his wife, and the emissaries of the government were baffled.
Montresor say, "That air of his! it always fetches women!" for she loved a little slang, by some antipodal attraction of her refinement, and I instinctively stiffened myself, determined it should never fetch me. And here he was calling his allies, the spirits and powers of the dark and terrible mountain heights and depths, and openly giving battle.
2. <i>Proceedings</i> of the Massachusetts Historical Society. 2d Series, vol. 4. Montresor, Captain John. "Journals." <i>Collections</i> of the New York Historical Society for the year 1881. Printed by the Society. Kilbourne, Payne Kenyon. <i>Sketches and Chronicles of the Town of Litchfield, Conn</i>. Case, Lockwood & Co. Hartford, 1859. 5. <i>Wokott Memorial</i>.
Montresor said I had better go home, but Etherington asked if I wanted my bottle and nurse; and so at last, partly from pride and partly out of curiosity to see this other Wynne, I said I would remain long enough to welcome the gentleman and take a social glass. When we entered the room upstairs, I found a supper of cold meats and, as usual, punch and liquors.
For now, though the name of Montresor had been redeemed, and justice had at last been done, it was not easy for them to decide about their future movements. Père Michel, after some thought, had at length made up his mind, and had given Claude the benefit of his opinion and his advice. "I have made up my mind," said he. "I will never go back to France. What can I do in France?
One may see by the way the fire burns that the temperature is mounting. Perhaps we shall have a snow-slide as we walk." Rhoda and Merivale were singing some of the songs they had learned since they came into the hill country, Mrs. Montresor was nodding behind her fan an accompaniment to Dr.
I was obeyed as men are obeyed who thus uncompromisingly prove the force of their commands. Seeing them resigned, I whistled softly, and in answer there was a rustle from among the neighbouring trees, and presently two shadows emerged from the thicket. In less time than it takes me to relate it, Montresor and his sergeant found themselves gagged, and each securely bound to a tree.
Every man has his own rights, and knows how to maintain them. You have been brought up to be the free citizen of a free country. Enough. Why wish to be a noble in a nation of slaves? Take your name of Montresor, if you wish. It is yours now, and free from stain. Remember, also, if you wish, the glory of your ancestors, and let that memory inspire you to noble actions.
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