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"How could the Abbe d'Aigrigny have your cross in his possession, if he had no connection with Morok?" "That is true, sir," said Dagobert; "joy prevented me from reflecting. But how indeed, did my cross come into your hands?" "By means of the Abbe d'Aigrigny's having precisely those relations with Leipsic, of which you and the young lady seem to doubt." "But how did my cross get to Paris?"
After a few moments, the loft is shaken by a hoarse roaring from below. "Judas! be quiet!" exclaims the Prophet, in a menacing tone, as he turns his head towards the trap door. Another deep growl is heard, formidable as distant thunder. "Lie down, Cain!" cries Morok, starting from his seat. A third roar, of inexpressible ferocity, bursts suddenly on the ear. "Death!
Crouching down with his dagger in his hand, following with eye and gesture Death's every movement, who, roaring furiously, and opening wide her enormous jaws, seemed determined to guard the entrance of her den, Morok waited for the moment to rush upon her.
This remark was received with general laughter and applause. During the tumult, Morok questioned one of the waiters, and then exclaimed in a shrill tone, which rose above the clamor: "I demand a hearing!" "Granted!" cried the others, gayly. During the silence which followed the exclamation of Morok, the noise was again heard; it was this time quicker than before.
"Well, what else?" "Death will not be able to play this evening." Morok turned quickly around. He seemed uneasy. "Why so?" he exclaimed. "I have just seen her! she's crouching at the bottom of her cage; her ears lie so close to her head, she looks as if they had been cut off. You know what that means." "Is that all?" said Morok, turning to the glass to complete his head dress.
Far from being discouraged, the Prophet continued: "I am sure, my fine fellow, that you are neither deaf nor dumb; why, then, will you not answer me?" Losing all patience, Dagobert turned abruptly round, looked Morok full in the face, and said to him in a rough voice: "I don't know you: I don't wish to know you! Chain up your curb!" And he betook himself again to his washing.
"Let us first see if the bottles are of the same size equality of weapons being the foremost condition." During these preparations, profound silence reigned in the room. The courage of the majority of those present, animated for a moment by the arrival of the punch, was soon again depressed by gloomy thoughts, as they vaguely foresaw the danger of the contest between Morok and Jacques.
"And I say, it is you that must indemnify me," cried Morok, who had kept this stage-trick for the last, and who now exhibited his left hand all bloody, having hitherto concealed it beneath the sleeve of his pelisse. "I shall perhaps be disabled for life," he added; "see what a wound the panther has made here!"
Morok had led Jovial into the middle of the menagerie, and then removed the cloth which prevented him from seeing and smelling. Scarcely had the tiger, lion, and panther caught a glimpse of him than they threw themselves, half famished, against the bars of their dens.
"You are quite sure?" "Quite sure. I was looking through the peep-hole in the curtain; I saw him in one of the stage-boxes he wishes to see things close; he's easy to recognize, with his pointed forehead, big nose, and goggle eyes." Morok shuddered again; usually fierce and unmoved, he appeared to be more and more agitated, and so alarmed, that Jacques said to him: "Who is this Englishman?"
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