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A month from to-day, that is to say, on 12th November, at three o'clock precisely, you must be in the forest of Rochepommier, at the Red Men's Cross-roads. I will be there. "And she left Paris. I was in such a state of depression, that I scarcely felt the pain of parting. The thought of being loved by such a woman filled me with extreme pride, and, no doubt, saved me from many an excess.
"It might have been eleven o'clock at night, and I was going through the forest of Rochepommier, along one of the little by-paths" "You were stealing wood!" said the magistrate sternly. "Great God, what an idea!" cried the old man, raising his hands to heaven. "How can you say such a thing! I steal wood!
M. Galpin stopped him by a gesture. "That is not so," he said severely. "Oh!" "You never went to Brechy." "I beg your pardon." "And the proof is, that, about eleven o'clock, you were hurriedly crossing the forest of Rochepommier." "Yes, you! And do not say No; for there are your trousers torn to pieces by the thorns and briers through which you must have made your way."
But now there comes a very great improbability. No one would think of going through the forest of Rochepommier in order to return from Brechy to Boiscoran. If you knew the country" "I know it; for I have carefully explored it. And the proof of it is, that, having foreseen the objection, I have found an answer.
The third and last witness was a good old woman, Mrs. Courtois, whose little farm lay on the other side of the forest of Rochepommier. When she was asked, she hesitated a moment, and then she said, "I do not know much; but I will tell you all I do know.
"Excellent!" said M. Magloire. "Still," continued M. Folgat, "after this information, what did M. de Boiscoran do? He went on; and, hoping every moment to meet the priest, he walked as far as the forest of Rochepommier. Finding, at last, that the peasant-girl had purposely or not led him astray, he determined to return to Boiscoran through the woods.
We will only say that he surpassed himself in this charge, which, for more than an hour, held the large assembly in anxious and breathless suspense, and caused all hearts to vibrate with the most intense excitement. He commences with a description of Valpinson, "this poetic and charming residence, where the noble old trees of Rochepommier are mirrored in the crystal waves of the Seille.
Then, as nothing stirred, I went off with rapid strides." "What time was it?" asked M. Magloire. "I could not tell you precisely. My state of mind was such, that I had lost all idea of time. I went back through the forest of Rochepommier." "And you saw nothing?" "No." "Heard nothing?" "Nothing." "Still, from your statement, you could not have been far from Valpinson when the fire broke out."
"'I thought you had not come to Boiscoran merely for the purpose of exploring the forest of Rochepommier. "This trifling circumstance increased my admiration for the Countess Claudieuse. How well she had foreseen my uncle's astonishment, when I had not even dreamed of it! "'She has a genius for prudence, I thought.
As he said so, the magistrate got up and took the shooting-jacket, which was lying on a chair not far from him. He searched the pockets, and pulled out of one a handful of leaves. "Look here! you see, Gaudry has told the truth." "There are leaves everywhere," said M. de Boiscoran half aloud. "Yes; but a woman, Mrs. Courtois, saw you come out of the forest of Rochepommier.
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