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And these words were repeated over and over again. What did this mean? The woman Sanselme had saved was older than he; she could not be his daughter. Fanfar said in distinct but soothing tones, "You have a daughter? You have lost her?" "Yes, my Jane!" Sanselme flung himself from one side of the bed to the other in intense agony, and Fanfar asked question after question.
A few feet from the Quai, where this scene had taken place, there was at this time a network of narrow, dark and wretched streets. It was in fact regarded as the worst part of the town. Sanselme did not care for this. He was happy that he had done some good at last. The girl turned into a lane that was very dark, in spite of the street lamp burning at the further end.
Sanselme, filled with disgust at her cupidity, answered: "Let everything alone. I will pay whatever is necessary." "Very good, sir; if you answer for it, that's all right." "And now I want a physician," he added. "A physician! Oh, that is nonsense. You must not be taken in in this way.
"Benedetto never told me," answered Sanselme. Fanfar went to the mad woman, who was crouching near the door. "Who are you?" he said. "What is your name?" She laughed in a stupid way. "I have no name, I am dead!" Goutran was really in love, although for a time his attention had been distracted by the strange affair of Jane Zeld.
With infinite caution he opened the door and stole down the stairs, feeling his way along the corridor in the darkness, until he reached Jane's door, which he found open. Sanselme was aghast. The chamber was empty. Sanselme, with a frightful imprecation, rushed down stairs; the street door was open. Half mad, Sanselme went out into the street.
"Either you write, or I do, and my words shall appear in three of the most prominent Parisian journals." Sanselme, with haggard eyes, did not seem to hear. Then suddenly he seized the pen and wrote what Benedetto required. "If I give you this paper," he said, hoarsely, "will you swear by good heavens! He believes in nothing! What will he swear by?"
"And suppose I do not wish to be forgotten by you?" he said, slowly. Sanselme started and looked at him with a terrified expression. "I desire quite the contrary, in fact. I wish you to recall every circumstance of our former acquaintance, up to that night at Beausset " "For Heaven's sake, say no more!" "I must, for I need a witness to authenticate certain facts.
As long as her mother lived, the affection she received from her made her forget sometimes the sinister truth. But when she was alone in the world, she felt absolutely crushed by this ignominy. Pure as she was it seemed to herself that her mind was smirched. Sanselme had come to a grave decision. He left Lyons and took Jane with him, she having no idea of the reason of his devotion.
"You wish to forget, too, that you once tried to kill me." "Let us say no more about that. Tell me frankly what you want me to do, and if possible I will do it." "You are becoming more reasonable, Sanselme. But what is that new life of which you speak so glibly and with a certain tenderness in your voice? Perhaps I can guess. She is pretty, that is a fact!"
"I will dictate to you, that will be easier. "On the 24th of February, 1839, Benedetto, an escaped convict from Toulon, assassinated Madame Danglars, his mother." "But this is horrible! No, I will not write that!" "You had better do it without further objections. You can sign any name you please." Sanselme still hesitated. "No," he said, finally, "I refuse.
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