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Updated: June 12, 2025
The elections were conducted more honestly than had ever been before, and the Continental newspapers spoke hopefully of the dawn of civilization showing itself among a people who have ever been lawless, have ever loved war better than peace. "But it is a false dawn," said the Abbe Susini of Olmeta, himself an insatiable reader of newspapers, a keen and ardent politician.
It was now evening, and a blessed cool air was stealing down from the mountains. Successive days of unbroken sunshine had burnt all the western side of the island, had almost dried up the Aliso, which crept, a mere rivulet in its stormy bed, towards St. Florent and the sea. Susini went to-the window of his little room and opened the wooden shutters.
"Ten years of macquis, winter and summer for one thing or another do not make a man soft. I was told the Abbe Susini told me that France wants every man she can get, so I thought I would try a little fighting." "Good," said Lory again. "You will find it very good fun." The man gave a twisted grin. He had forgotten how to laugh.
But they overrun that country now, which is no doubt the reason why you have never been there." "Pardon me I was there when the war broke out two months ago." "Ah! We never heard that in the macquis, though the Abbe Susini must have known it. He knows so much that he does not tell that abbe." "Which makes him the strong man he is, mon ami."
The curtain rose again, and Susini came forward with a national flag in each hand, waving them enthusiastically whilst his magnificent voice resounded in a repetition of the song he had just sung, and which seemed as appropriate as if it were inspired for the occasion, "Suoni la tromba, e intrepido Io pugnerò da forte, Bello è affrontar la morte, Gridando libert
The colonel had apparently forgotten this necessity. He thanked her and departed. "And on Wednesday," he said, "I shall in reality have the money in my pocket." During the afternoon mademoiselle announced her intention of walking to Olmeta. It would be advisable to secure the Abbe Susini as a witness, she said. He was a busy man, and a journey to Bastia would of necessity take up his whole day.
It had not been de Vasselot's intention to disturb the old gardener, who, he understood, was left in charge of the crumbling house, but to return the next day with the Abbe Susini. But he was tired, and having failed to gain an entrance, was put out and angry, when at length he found himself near the great door built in the solid wall on the north-west side of the ruin.
Mademoiselle Brun was looking at the timepiece on the notary's wall. The town clocks were striking the hour. A knock at the door made the notary turn, with his quill pen still indicating the space for Denise's signature. It was the dingy clerk who sat in a sort of cage in the outer office. After opening the door he stood aside, and Susini came in with glittering eyes and a defiant chin.
There was no need to send and tell his wife half a dozen women were racing through the olive groves to get the first taste of that. Perhaps some one had gone towards Oletta to meet the Abbe Susini, whose business in a measure this must be. The sun suddenly dipped behind the heavy bank of clouds and the mountains darkened.
"I met the Abbe Susini at Olmeta," she said to Mademoiselle Brun, a few minutes later in the great bare drawing-room of the Casa Perucca. "And he transmitted the Count de Vasselot's command that we should leave the Casa Perucca to-night for France. I suggested that the order should be given to the Chateau de Vasselot instead of the Casa Perucca, and the abbe took me at my word.
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