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That same evening, according to their arrangement, she left for Paris, accompanied by M. Folgat and old Anthony. At Sauveterre, everybody, M. de Chandore as much as Jacques himself, blamed the Marquis de Boiscoran. He persisted in remaining in Paris, it is true: but it was certainly not from indifference; for he was dying with anxiety.
We shall reach Sauveterre by midnight." When the Marchioness de Boiscoran, on the day of her departure for Paris, had gone to see her son, Dionysia had asked her to let her go with her. She resisted, and the young girl did not insist. "I see they are trying to conceal something from me," she said simply; "but it does not matter."
"The jail in Sauveterre is not at all like the police-stations and prisons of larger towns. The prisoners are few in number; they are hardly guarded. When the doors are shut, Blangin is master within." "I will go and see him to-morrow," declared Dionysia. There are certain slopes on which you must glide down.
For money he will always be ready to do your bidding." Jacques seemed to breathe more freely. "Well, then," he said again, "the time has come. To-morrow I shall have to be away all the evening. I shall like to leave about nine; and I shall be back at midnight." Dionysia stopped him. "Wait," she said; "I want to call Blangin's wife." The household of the jailer of Sauveterre was like many others.
"Will you come, Galpin?" The poor magistrate rose mechanically, after the manner of an automaton, and they went out, creating no small sensation among the good people of Sauveterre, when they appeared thus all in a group.
But this romantic prison is without prisoners. "It is a cage without birds," says the jailer often in his most melancholy voice. He takes advantage of this to raise his vegetables all along the slopes; and the exposure is so excellent, that he is always the first in Sauveterre who had young peas.
The accused is at liberty not to answer a question which may inculpate him. Nemo tenetur prodere se ipsum. But you must admit that such a refusal to answer justifies a judge in believing that the charges are true which the accused does not refute." The great calmness of the distinguished lawyer of Sauveterre terrified his listeners more and more, except M. Folgat.
At the foot of the steps, Blangin pointed at a door, and said, "That is the parlor. When the marchioness wants to go, please call me." On the threshold, Jacques paused once more. The parlor of the jail at Sauveterre is an immense vaulted hall, lighted up by two narrow windows with close, heavy iron gratings.
"He dined as usual with a good appetite; then he went up stairs and remained there for an hour. When he came down, he had a letter in his hand, which he gave to Michael, our tenant's son, and told him to carry it to Sauveterre, to Miss Chandore." "Yes. In that letter, M. de Boiscoran told Miss Dionysia that he was retained here by a matter of great importance." "Ah!"
M. Seneschal, and even the doctor, shuddered at such grief in an old man, who was threatened in all that was dearest to him, in his one great love upon earth. He had taken the hand of the great advocate of Sauveterre, and, pressing it convulsively, he went on, "You will save him, Magloire, won't you? What does it matter whether he be innocent or guilty, since Dionysia loves him?
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