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"No, the million is safe for us," replied Benedetto. "So much the better. This mistral is very favorable to us. It helps our escape." "Really? Anselmo, we must be free in two hours." "I shall look out for that but what will happen then? Have you a plan?" "Yes. Do you know the village of Beaussuet?" "Yes. It is near the gorge of Oliolles." "Right.
A convict has thought fit to free himself from the kindly care of the Bagnio attendants, and as the beautiful costume of the galley slaves is universally known, he has changed his toilet and thrown his cap, jacket and trousers to the winds." Madame Danglars became excited, but she kept silent. They soon reached the house at Oliolles. The church bell of the village struck eight o'clock.
"Ah, your memory is returning to you," mocked Benedetto, with a cynical smile. "Yes, it was my mother. But how did you know it?" "I met the unfortunate woman on the way in the gorges of Oliolles " "Ah! and there she told you the story of her life." "She begged me to help her save her son, and I promised to do so; I knew that you were that wretched son."
He thought Anselmo had fallen into the hands of the people at Oliolles. That his companion would not betray him he knew, but the coachman had seen him and he would be pursued. There was no way out of it. He must get possession of the million, and then try to reach the coast. Benedetto recognized the vicarage at the first glance, as his mother had described it accurately to him.
"I live at the vicarage of Beaussuet. The Jesuit fathers recommended me there, and I am staying there over-night, although the priest is absent." "Oh, God!" sobbed Benedetto, "if I could only accompany you." "I would be glad, too; I have a rough road to go back to Beaussuet. The mistral blows, and the roads of Oliolles are said to be so dangerous that my driver refuses to take me back to-night.
A storm is coming up, and the roads of Oliolles are dangerous at night." "I will try to be back soon. Adieu." Madame Danglars got into her carriage and drove off in the direction of Toulon. The feelings of the poor woman, who was going to the Bagnio to see Benedetto as she had promised, can be imagined. She had seen all her hopes reduced to nothing.
The man paused for a moment and then said: "I know another way out of the difficulty. We could return to Oliolles, which is fifteen minutes distant, and some one there would fix my axle, which the horse in falling broke. We could wait at Oliolles until the storm subsides. It won't rage so furiously long. I know the mistral well."
"Yes, the Count of Monte-Cristo informed the old man that Valentine lived, and was in need of his protection. Monsieur Noirtier immediately arranged his affairs, and up to five days ago they were both living quietly at Oliolles, near Marseilles." "And since then?" asked the physician, uneasily. "About five days ago Valentine received this note. Please read it and tell me what you think of it."
Here is the money, and go quick, because I am in a hurry." "I am in a hurry to go too. The roads will not get any better, and the mountain passes of Oliolles are not easy to ride over, even in good weather." In less than a quarter of an hour, the baroness sat in the coach. The innkeeper stood at the door, and, as the horses started, he whispered to the coachman: "Take care of yourself, old fellow.
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