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To obtain her bracelets, her captors had cut off her hands; afterwards but God knows how long afterwards a passer-by, more pitiful than his fellows, had put her out of her misery with a spit, which still remained plunged in her body. M. de Tignonville shuddered at the sight, and at others like it.
Where it stood, the road from Commequiers and the road she travelled became one: a short mile thence, after winding among the hillocks, it ran down to the beach and the causeway and to her home. At the sight she bethought herself of Carlat, and calling to M. de Tignonville, she asked him what he thought of the steward's continued absence.
"They must be close upon us!" she murmured, as she urged her horse in obedience to the order. "Whoever they are!" Tignonville muttered bitterly. "If we knew what had happened, or who followed, we should know more about it, Madame. For that matter, I know what I wish he would do. And our heads are set for it." "What?" "Make for Vrillac!" he answered, a savage gleam in his eyes. "For Vrillac?"
Until gradually the evening had worn away and she had begun to feel nervous; and M. de Tignonville, her betrothed, placing her in the embrasure of a window, had gone to seek Madame. She had waited for a time without much misgiving; expecting each moment to see him return.
"I would rather die seven times!" she cried, her voice quivering. And she tried to rise, but sat down again. "And these?" he said, indicating the servants. "Far, far rather!" she repeated passionately. "And Monsieur? And Monsieur?" he urged with stern persistence, while his eyes passed lightly from her to Tignonville and back to her again, their depths inscrutable.
"Yes, Monsieur, why not?" the younger man repeated, trembling. "Because, M. de Tignonville, it is not true." "But she did not speak!" Tignonville retorted, with passion the futile passion of the bird which beats its wings against a cage. "She did not speak. She could not promise, therefore."
I beg, Madame, that you will do me the favour of being silent on the matter." "Oh, if you insist? But what a pother " "I did not see him, and he did not see me," Madame de Tavannes answered vehemently. "I fail, therefore, to understand why we should harass him, whoever he be. Besides, M. de Tavannes is waiting for us." "And M. de Tignonville is following us!" Madame St.
The men, when they had cared for the horses, followed the example; for Badelon would suffer no fire. In less than half an hour, a sentry who stood on guard at the edge of the wood, and Tignonville and La Tribe, who talked in low voices with their backs against a tree, were the only persons who remained awake, with the exception of the Countess.
"I will give you a sword, M. de Tignonville, and I will meet you foot to foot here, in this room, on a condition." "What is it? What is it?" the young man cried with incredible eagerness. "Name your condition!" "That if I get the better of you, you find me a minister." "I find you a " "A minister. Yes, that is it. Or tell me where I can find one." The young man recoiled. "Never!" he said.
"And I must stay here to be tortured?" Tignonville cried. Count Hannibal's eyes sparkled. Sudden stormy changes, from indifference to ferocity, from irony to invective, were characteristic of the man. "Tortured!" he repeated grimly. "You talk of torture while Piles and Pardaillan, Teligny and Rochefoucauld lie dead in the street! While your cause sinks withered in a night, like a gourd!
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