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Updated: June 12, 2025
"You did not know it when I asked your advice in Paris?" "I learnt it two hours ago from the Abbe Susini; so I hastened here to claim the whole of it," answered Lory, with a laugh. But Denise was grave. "But you knew that Perucca was never mine," she persisted. "Yes, I knew that, but then Perucca was valueless. So soon as I knew its value, I reclaimed it."
He probably is taking no heed of these windows, for he thinks the place is deserted." "It is more probable," replied the count, "that he is coming here to ascertain that fact. What the abbe has heard, another may hear, though he would not learn it from the abbe. If you want a secret kept, tell it to a priest, and of all priests, the Abbe Susini.
His intention was to catch a glimpse of the Chateau de Vasselot, and walk on to the village of Olmeta, and there beg bed and board from his faithful correspondent, the Abbe Susini. He followed the causeway across the marsh to the mouth of the river, and here turned to the left, leaving the route nationale to Calvi on the right.
He tapped himself on the chest with such emphasis that a cloud of dust flew out of his cassock, and he blew defiance at her through it. "I who speak, take the liberty of making this suggestion. I, the Abbe Susini and your humble servant." Which was not true: for he was no man's servant, and only offered to heaven a half-defiant allegiance.
Susini perhaps had the narrowest vein of reflection upon which to draw, and therefore fidgeted in his seat and muttered to himself, for his mental range was limited to Olmeta and the Chateau de Vasselot. Mademoiselle Brun was thinking of France of her great past and her dim, uncertain future.
"Ciel!" she whispered, "Ciel! what fools we have all been!" She rose from her knees with one clasped handful of rubble. Slowly and thoughtfully she climbed the hill again. On the terrace, where she arrived hot and tired, the widow Andrei met her. The woman had been to the village on an errand, and had returned during mademoiselle's absence. "The Abbe Susini awaits you in the library," she said.
In a few minutes de Vasselot stepped ashore. The abbe was waiting for him at the steps. It was almost dark, but de Vasselot could see the priest's black eyes flashing with some new excitement. De Vasselot held out his hand, but Susini made a movement, of which the new-comer recognized the significance in his quick way. He took a step forward, and they embraced after the manner of the French.
For he knew every drift and current of feeling amid his turbulent flock, and the burning of the chateau of Vasselot seemed to serve no purpose, and to satisfy no revenge. There was some influence at work which the Abbe Susini did not understand. He understood well enough that a hundred grievances a hundred unsatisfied vengeances had suddenly been awakened by the events of the last months.
Susini stopped, and looked into her face, dimly lighted by the moon, which peeped at times through riven clouds. "Whom should you have found in the chateau?" she asked. "Ah! that I will not tell you." Mademoiselle Brun gave a short laugh. "Then I shall find out. Trust a woman to find out a secret."
Indeed, Pietro Andrei's death seemed to be nobody's business, though we are told that not so much as a sparrow may fall unheeded. The Abbe Susini was coming now a little fiery man, with the walk of one who was slightly bow-legged, though his cassock naturally concealed this defect.
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