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"Monsieur de Talizac," he said, "you tried to kill me once before, in the Black Forest take care!" Fongereues had no arms. Cyprien had been wiser. He, too, drew a pistol, but before he could touch the trigger, Pierre had opened the door behind him. "For a valet," he said, "a dog is all that is required."
"I have another reason. I do not wish the Vicomte de Talizac to come to grief because my fortune is intimately connected with his because his father, the Marquis de Fongereues, has rendered and will render great services to a cause that is mine. You must promise me to be guilty of no more imprudences like this." "Do you mean to give me that paper?"
The young man was about to rush upon the nobleman, but one of his companions seized his arm and whispered: "Don't be too hasty, you must not put your life and liberty at stake just now you are not your own master;" saying which, he pointed to three masked faces who had just approached the group. The young man shook his head affirmatively, and Talizac took advantage of this to disappear.
He murdered the heir, and let no honest man ever touch his blood-stained hand! Get out of here, Vicomte Talizac, my house has no room for murderers!" Pale as death, with quaking knees, the marquis leaned against the wall. When Pierre was silent he hissed in a low voice: "Then you refuse to help me?" "Yes, a thousand times, yes."
He was a youth of about twenty, but looked older. Heavy brows shaded deep-set eyes, his shoulders were square, with a slight deformity of the spine. His name was Frederic de Talizac. Ten years had elapsed since the son of Magdalena scorned and insulted France. We shall soon discover if the man fulfilled the promise of his childhood.
The insolence of Talizac had become proverbial; he had fought several duels from which he had come off unharmed. The approaching fall of this detested family was hailed with delight. It is therefore easy to understand why the Marquis was so eager to find Pierre Labarre. He was interrupted in his reflections by Cyprien, who now returned with the innkeeper.
When the vicomte pressed her hand upon his arm, she trembled violently, and a gleam of rage shot out of the dark eyes, while Talizac thought to himself that the young girl had every reason to be proud of him. Captain in the Life Guards and Knight of St. Louis.
"He is dead," replied Gaston, in a hollow voice. "Who is dead? For Heaven's sake speak!" moaned Madeleine. "Your son, the Vicomte de Talizac, fell in a duel," said Gaston, earnestly. Madeleine uttered a loud cry and sank unconscious to the floor.
"Miserable cowards!" she contemptuously exclaimed. "Will you permit a drunken scoundrel to insult a defenceless girl?" Arthur sprang up. A flash of shame was on his classically formed features, and turning to Talizac he hastily said: "She is right, vicomte; are you not ashamed?" "Are you speaking to me?" laughed Talizac, mockingly.
"Has she really found Jacques again?" asked Labarre, tremblingly, and turning to Caillette. "Is he living?" "Yes, he is the same person as Fanfaro." "God be praised. And Louison?" "Louison has been abducted and " "Abducted? By whom?" "By the Vicomte of Talizac." "By Talizac? O my God!" stammered Labarre, in horror.
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