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Updated: May 21, 2025
Certainly not my father, the good-for-nothing scamp, who squandered all the Duke de Sairmeuse's money without giving us a sou of it. Besides, I'm like other men, I'm anxious to be rich, and enjoy myself. I should like to ride in my carriage like other people do. And whenever a gamin, such as I was once, opened the door for ME, I should put a five-franc piece in his hand "
"Impossible, Monsieur, since such was not the case." By the malicious satisfaction that lighted M. de Sairmeuse's face, the abbe knew that this wicked judge had some terrible weapon in his hands, and that Baron d'Escorval was about to be overwhelmed by one of those fatal coincidences which explain, although they do not justify, judicial errors.
Thanks to one of the Duc de Sairmeuse's valets de chambre who frequented the house, the host knew as much as the authorities; he knew even more, since he had also received information from the rebels who had escaped capture. From him the abbe and Maurice received their first positive information.
Your brother, who is in Paris, can undoubtedly tell you where the treasure was concealed." The younger Chupin uttered the fierce roar of a wild beast. "Holy Virgin! you are right!" he exclaimed. "Wait until I get money enough to take me to Paris, and we will see." Martial de Sairmeuse's unexpected visit to the Chateau de Courtornieu had alarmed Aunt Medea even more than Blanche.
From the window, Abbe Midon and Mme. d'Escorval watched the little cortege, organized for the purpose of deceiving the Duc de Sairmeuse's spies, as it moved rapidly away. Corporal Bavois, with his head bound up with bloodstained linen, had taken the baron's place upon the litter. This was one of the troubled epochs in history that try men's souls.
Let us abandon these recriminations, they do not further the progress of our business." The faint glimmer of reason which still lighted M. de Sairmeuse's mind, checked the still more insulting reply that rose to his lips. Trembling with suppressed rage, he made the circuit of the room several times, and finally paused before Marie-Anne, who remained in the same place, as motionless as a statue.
It happened upon the highway; he might have assassinated me without ceremony, but he offered me open combat. Besides, he was wounded far more severely than I." All M. de Sairmeuse's doubts had returned. "And why, instead of summoning a physician, are you attempting to dress this wound yourself?" "Because it is a mere trifle, and because I wish to keep it a secret." The duke shook his head.
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