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But little Massot was wagging his head dubiously, for he regarded the subject as rather too serious a one for him to write upon. And, all at once, in order to turn the conversation into another channel, he exclaimed: "Ah! there's Monseigneur Martha in the diplomatic gallery beside the Spanish Ambassador. It's denied, you know, that he intends to come forward as a candidate in Morbihan.
There we find ourselves in the heart of the Morbihan; that is to say, in the region that gave birth to the Chouannerie. It was close to Laval, on the little farm of the Poiriers, that the four Chouan brothers were born to Pierre Cottereau and Jeanne Moyne. The name became that of a party.
"Not precisely: but he left a clue and London, to boot with such haste as would seem to indicate he knew his cunning hand had, for once, slipped." "Then they'll nab him soon?" "Ah, monsieur, one must say no more!" De Morbihan protested.
"That's the suggestion we are empowered to make," De Morbihan admitted. "In other words, you need me.
The death of the countess had a far more solemn cause; it resulted, no doubt, from an awful vision. At the exact hour when Madame de Dey died at Carentan, her son was shot in the Morbihan.
"I asked you to introduce to me this shadow of a prince, under which you would march to a counter-revolution. But I will be more easily contented. Present me to George Cadoudal, the hero of Morbihan; he is a man in whom I can trust, and with whom I can deal. What, you hesitate? How do you suppose enterprises of this nature can be carried on?
Moreover, an accident was as apt to happen to him as to De Morbihan: given an unsound tire or a puncture, or let him be delayed two seconds by some traffic hindrance, and nothing short of a miracle could save him....
She took little part in the conversation, seldom interrupting what was practically a duologue between her putative father and the third of their party. This last was one, whom Lanyard was sure he knew, though he could see no more than the back of Monsieur le Comte Remy de Morbihan. And he wondered with a thrill of amusement if it were possible that Roddy was on the trail of that tremendous buck.
After a sail of some length, the fleet found itself near the southern point of the bay of Morbihan, and knew that now it was to enter into those channels, the most dangerous on all the coast of Brittany because of the great number of small islands, rocks and sand banks, and above all, because of the undercurrents, which ran with irresistible violence.
"What do you propose, then?" De Morbihan enquired, worrying his moustache. "What better place for the proposed conference than here?" "But not here!" "Why not? Everybody comes here: it will cause no gossip. I am here I have come half-way; your friends must do as much on their part." "It is not possible...." "Then, I beg you, tender them my regrets." "Would you give us away?"
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