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I am sure that if we were to listen to him and mother, he would not treat us so; he would give us fine things, like to-day; he would no longer suspect us; we should have money, like Tortillard." "But we should have to steal, and that would cause brother Martial so much sorrow!" "Can't help that!" "Oh, Francois! Besides, if they caught us, we should go to prison."
Now you see, La Chouette, that it was only a joke," cried Tortillard, applauding. "No, it is not for me to shed your blood," resumed the Schoolmaster; "it would be a murder excusable, perhaps, but still a murder; and I have enough with three specters! And then, who knows, you, even you! will repent some day." Speaking thus, he mechanically relaxed his grasp.
The son of Bras-Rouge, protecting his light with the hollow of his hand, and preceding the old woman, descended slowly a flight of steep stone steps, leading to the entrance of the cellar. Arrived at the foot, Tortillard appeared to hesitate about following La Chouette. "Well! lazybones, go on," said she, turning round.
The father of Tortillard was obliged to partake, until after their judgment, the prison and fate of those whom he had denounced; like them, he wore handcuffs; still more than them, he had a trembling, alarmed air, uttering sorrowful groans, and giving to his weasel face every expression of terror. He embraced Tortillard, as if he sought some consolation in these paternal caresses.
I do not know a blackguard that is more wicked than you are. You little rogue, go, get me a candle; you shall light me down, help me to open his door; you know that I can't move it alone." "Oh, no, it is too dark in the cellar," said Tortillard, shaking his head. "How? you, as wicked as the devil, a coward; I would like to see that!
The joy of having you thus makes my blood run wild, my head throb with violence, as when I think of my dream. My mind wanders; perhaps one of my attacks is coming on; but I shall have time to render the approaches of death more frightful, in forcing you to hear me." "Bold, La Chouette!" cried Tortillard; "be bold with your answer. Don't you know your part?
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