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Mademoiselle Brun never asked questions, and, if she knew why Denise had returned to Perucca so suddenly, she had not acquired the knowledge from the girl herself, but had, behind her beady eyes, put two and two together with that accuracy of which women have the monopoly.
He paused, and seeing that the other made no reply, continued in the same careless strain. "If you or one of the other proprietors on this side of the mountains would sell perhaps." But Perucca shook his head resolutely. "No; we should not do that. You, who have had to do with the railway, must know that.
I should have liked to have offered you my poor assistance; but I cannot I must go. There are others, however. There is Mademoiselle Brun, with a man's heart in that little body. And there is the Abbe Susini. Yes; you can trust him as you can trust a little English fighting terrier. Tell him No; I will tell him. He is a Vasselot, mademoiselle, but I shall make him a Perucca."
And as he forced Perucca into the chair, his hands were already at the old man's collar. And in five minutes, in the presence of Colonel Gilbert and two old servants, Mattei Perucca died. "One can be but what one is born." If any one had asked the Count Lory de Vasselot who and what he was, he would probably have answered that he was a member of the English Jockey Club.
De Vasselot was quicker and smaller, and as agile as a goat, and Andrei Perucca lost him altogether. He was a fool. He went to look for him. As if any one in his senses would go to look for a Corsican in the rocks! That is how the gendarmes get killed. At length Andrei Perucca raised his head over a big stone, and looked right into the muzzle of de Vasselot's gun.
"Seriously," she said, "do you advise me to accept this offer to sell Perucca?" "I scarcely feel authorized to give you any advice upon the subject," answered Lory, reluctantly. "Though, after all, we are neighbours." "Then " "Then, I should say not, mademoiselle. At all events, do nothing in haste. And, if I may ask it, will you communicate with me before you finally decide?"
"Has the colonel the money in his pocket?" she asked with a dry smile. "Is it to be settled this afternoon?" She glanced from one to the other. If love is blind, he certainly tampers with the sight of those who have had dealings with him. Denise was only thinking of Perucca. She had not perceived that Colonel Gilbert was honestly in love with her. But Mademoiselle Brun saw it.
The whole effect was dazzling, and such as dim Northern eyes can scarce imagine. Mademoiselle Brun, who had just risen from the table where she and Denise had had their early breakfast of coffee and bread, was standing by the window that opened upon the verandah where old Mattel Perucca had passed so many hours of his life.
"Well, of course I shot Andrei Perucca the brother thirty years ago. We all know that. That is ancient history." Lory looked at the little white-haired, placid man, and said no word. It was perhaps the wisest thing to do. When you have nothing to say, say nothing.
This cursed mistral beats them to pieces, but I have no other place to grow them. It is the only spot that is not overlooked by Perucca." He spoke slowly and indifferently, as if his spirit had been bleached, like his face, by long confinement. He had lost his grip of the world and of human interests. As he looked at his son, his black eyes had a sort of irresponsible vagueness in their glance.
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