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"Are you going to the cellar?" asked Tortillard, hardly concealing his diabolical joy. "What is that to you?" "To me?" "Yes; you asked me that in such a droll way." "Because I thought of something funny." "What?"
Tortillard, frozen with terror by the frightful tragedy which he had heard, but not seen, perceived several persons rapidly descend the staircase. In a moment, the cellar was invaded by several police officers, at the head of whom was Narcisse Borel; municipal guards closed the march. Tortillard was seized on the upper steps of the cellar, holding still in his hand La Chouette's basket.
I feel now a horror of my past murders, and yet, strange! it is without fear, it is with security that I intend to execute on you a frightful murder, with horrible refinement of cruelty. Speak, speak! can you realize this?" "Bravo, bravo! well played, first old man. You warm up," cried Tortillard, applauding. "This is only a joke, though?"
We will mention presently why, with the consent of Bras-Rouge, La Chouette had confined the Schoolmaster in the subterranean hole. Tortillard, holding a light, reappeared at the cellar door. La Chouette followed him to the lower room, into which opened the large trap-door already described.
"What is your lord to me? I will knock him down if it pleases me. I never have stabbed a lord: this gives me a desire to do it." "There are no more lords Hooraw for the Revolution!" cried Tortillard, and humming the lines of the Parisienne: "Onward! on! upon their cannon!" he caught hold of one of the courier's boots, and bearing with all his weight, made him shake in his seat.
"Tortillard, go for help; and I will give you my basket, it is full of jewels. It is there under a stone." "How generous you are! Thank you, ma'am! Don't you know that I have your swag? Hold, don't you hear it jingle?" said Tortillard shaking it. "But give me two sous to buy some hot cake and I'll go seek papa." "Have pity on me, and I " La Chouette could not proceed. Again there was a pause.
"You know well," resumed he, in a slow and hollow tone, "that I do not wish to finish you at once. Torture for torture. You have made me suffer enough. I must talk to you a long time before I kill you yes, a long time. It will be frightful for you! What agony!" "Come, none of your nonsense, old man," cried Tortillard, half rising. "Correct her; but do not hurt her.
"I think I can see him." "Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home! your house is on fire, and the Schoolmaster is burning!" chanted Tortillard. This variation augmented the hilarity of La Chouette. Having placed her basket in a hole under one of the steps, she said, "Look here, my man." "He does not see," answered Tortillard. "The boy is right. Ah, well! Do you hear?
It is your own fault; for why did you allow yourself to be tied when you were asleep? Afterward there was nothing to be done, but to slip on the chain, and bring you down here, in this nice cool place, to preserve you, my sweet!" "It's a shame he'll grow mouldy," said Tortillard. The chains were heard rattling anew. "Oh, oh! he jumps like a ladybird, tied by the paw," cried the old woman.
"Tortillard is much younger; and he would be quite as bad, if he had the strength." "Oh! yes, he is very bad. The other day he struck me because I would not play with him." "He struck you? good the next time he comes " "No, no, Francois, it was only in fun." "You are sure?" "Yes, very sure."
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