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But as to crossing the one or passing the other, I reckon it a thing impossible." "I shall not wait until night," Tignonville answered curtly, a ring of defiance in his tone. "I shall go now! I'll lie here no longer!" "Now?" "Yes, now." "You will be mad if you do," the other replied. He thought it the petulant outcry of youth tired of inaction; a protest, and nothing more.

"What! has the king a mistress in every town?" "Very likely; I know that he was the lover of Mlle. de Dayelle, while I was in garrison at Castelnaudry." "Oh! Mlle. Dayelle, a Greek, was she not?" "Yes," said the priest; "a Cyprian." "I am from Agen," said the merchant; "and I know that when the king was there he made love to Mlle. de Tignonville."

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled cheerfully on him. "Oh yes, I wrote it," she said. "But what of that, M. de Tignonville?" "What of that?" "Yes, Monsieur, what of that? Did you think it was written out of love for you?" He was staggered for the moment by her coolness. "Out of what, then?" he cried hoarsely. "Out of what, then, if not out of love?"

"You know that all our people are dead?" "He can save by few or by many," the preacher answered devoutly. "We are of the few, blessed be God, and shall see Israel victorious, and our people as a flock of sheep!" "I see small chance of it," Tignonville answered contemptuously. "I know it as certainly as I knew before you came, M. de Tignonville, that you would come!" "That I should come?"

"I knew her father and her uncle," he said, "and in their time the Vrillacs were not wont to be cowards. Monsieur forgets, too," he continued with fine irony, "that he speaks of my betrothed." "It is a lie!" Tavannes raised his eyebrows. "You are in my power," he said. "For the rest, if it be a lie, Mademoiselle has but to say so." "You hear him?" Tignonville cried. "Then speak, Mademoiselle!

In a second he was lying on his face, tight squeezed between the hay and the roof of the arch. Beside him lay a man whose features his eyes, unaccustomed to the gloom, could not discern. But the man knew him and whispered his name. "You know me?" Tignonville muttered in astonishment. "I marked you, M. de Tignonville, at the preaching last Sunday," the stranger answered placidly. "You were there?"

Their plaything leapt and dropped, sprang forward, and lingered like a thing of life. But it was no thing of life, as Tignonville saw with a shudder when they passed him. The object of their sport was the naked body of a child, an infant! His gorge rose at the sight. Fear such as he had not before experienced chilled his marrow.

And Tignonville, when he took his place, appeared anything but a mean antagonist. He had removed his robe and cowl, and lithe and active as a cat he stood as it were on springs, throwing his weight now on this foot and now on that, and was continually in motion.

And with no more, without one upward glance or a gesture of the hand, with no further adieu or word of gratitude, he walked out into the lane, turned briskly to the left, and vanished. The minister uttered a cry of surprise, and made as if he would descend also. "Come back, sir!" he called, as loudly as he dared. "M. de Tignonville, come back! This is folly or worse!"

"You would not spare her!" he cried, his face damp with sweat for he knew now that he would not go. "You want to be rid of me! You would fool me, and then " "Out of your own mouth you are convict!" Count Hannibal retorted gravely. "It was you who said it! But still I swear it! Shall I swear it to you?" But Tignonville recoiled another step and was silent. "No? O preux chevalier, O gallant knight!

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