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But I was more than half-way; I kept on; and, when I reached Sauveterre, my face bore such evident trances of my relief, that Dionysia said to me, "'Something very pleasant must have happened to you, Jacques. "Oh, yes, very pleasant! For the first time, I breathed freely as I sat by her side. I could love her now, without fearing that my love might be fatal to her.
But he was in very bad humor at having thus lost an evening which he might have spent with his betrothed; and this made him swear and curse, as the witness Gaudry has testified." The famous lawyer of Sauveterre shook his head. "That is ingenious, I admit; and I confess, in all humility, that I could not have suggested any thing as good.
"No more!" said the marquis harshly. Then, recovering his self-control by a powerful effort, he went on, "Before we attempt any thing, we must know how the matter stands. You will leave for Sauveterre this evening." "Alone?" "No. I will find some able lawyer, a reliable jurist, who is not a politician, if such a one can be found nowadays.
When they reached National Street, it was as full as at mid-day; for Sauveterre is one of those rare provincial towns in which an excitement is too rare a treat to be neglected. The sad event had by this time become fully known everywhere. At first the news had been doubted; but when the doctor's cab had passed the crowd at full speed, escorted by a peasant on horseback, the reports were believed.
The crowd has gone to poor Guillebault's widow; and there have been demonstrations before the houses of several of the principal inhabitants of Sauveterre." In ordinary times, M. Seneschal would not have intrusted his famous horse, Caraby, for any thing in the world, to the hands of a stranger. He considered it the best horse in the province.
The marchioness had nearly fainted when she could at last take refuge in the carriage: she was utterly overcome by the great effort she had made to present to the curious people of Sauveterre a smiling face and calm features. "What a horrible comedy!" she murmured, as she sank back on the cushions. "Admit, at least, madam," said the lawyer, "that it was necessary.
His extreme reserve, which they ascribed to his excessive and ill-placed pride, had made him generally disliked. And now they said, "He must have hardly any thing to do in Paris, that he can spend so many months in Sauveterre." The editor of "The Sauveterre Independent" naturally found the affair a veritable gold-mine for his paper.
The gendarme obeyed his orders. M. de Boiscoran had turned deadly pale. He said to himself, "These unfortunate people believe my guilt!" "Yes," said M. Galpin, who had overheard the words; "and you would comprehend their rage, for which there is good reason, if you knew all that has happened." "What else?" "Two Sauveterre firemen, one the father of five children, have perished in the flames.
On his table he had arranged all his letters from Sauveterre in order; and he read and re-read them incessantly, examining the phrases, and trying, ever in vain, to disengage the truth from this mass of details and statements. He was no longer as sure of his son as at first: far from it! Every day had brought him a new doubt; every letter, additional uncertainty.
Before us, a Titanic rampart, rises the grand Causse Mejean, now seen for the first time; around, fold upon fold, are the curved heights of Sauveterre, the nearer slopes bright green with sunny patches, the remoter purply black.
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