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There was a French agency in London, sanctioned by the English government, through which prisoners of war had under certain restrictions the means of communication with their friends abroad. Tournier had from the first, as we may be sure, availed himself of this privilege.
"But you have, on your own shewing: and taken up with the devil." Tournier writhed under this, and was about to say something sharp, but Cosin went on, "I will prove it to you. God says, 'Vengeance is mine: I will repay'; and you say, 'Not so, I will avenge myself. And whenever we contradict God, we take up with the devil." Then Cosin sat down again, and in his old gentle tone of voice, said,
A message was brought to Cosin that required him to quit the room, and Alice and Tournier were left alone. "Do you know, Miss Cosin, what it was that forced me at last to come and see your brother?" "Indeed, I do not," she replied, a little surprised at the earnestness with which he so abruptly asked the question. "It was misery.
I am delighted to have you under my roof," and he led him into a cosy sitting-room, where a young lady was sitting at work. "Let me introduce you to my sister, Captain Tournier. Oh, but you must not be so formal, dear Alice, in your welcome to my friend. I have been expecting him too long for that. Give him your hand."
Those who heard him seemed amused, but Tournier did not deign to notice the raillery, though it was not meant ill-naturedly. An English officer, riding at the side a little in advance, and overheard what was said, looked round on Tournier, and, struck with his soldierly figure, said quietly, "Let us hope it will not be for long."
And when Tournier got strong enough to think and converse without restraint, he told Cosin, with great emotion, the terrible nature of that struggle he had had beside the water of the mere before they found him, and what it was God had made use of to save him. "I cannot describe," he said, "the hell that rose up within me when I read that she was married.
He had asked to see Tournier. "Tell him to come in here," said Cosin, "and I will leave you to yourselves." "Pray don't," said the other laughing; "I have no secrets with the worthy host of the 'Wheat Sheaf." "I have brought bad news, gentlemen," said the man hurriedly; "your friend, Mr. Villemet, has made away with himself " "What! killed himself?" both exclaimed in horror.
It was not long before Captain Tournier was allowed to go out on parole, and that too with considerable latitude both as to distance and length of absence. Major Kelly, the Commandant, and Captain Mortimer, the Admiralty agent, had had some talk together about the matter, and were not quite in agreement on the subject. "We shall have some trouble with that fellow Tournier.
He called it his sanctuaire. Flinging himself down, he tore open the letter with trembling hands, and began to read: "Oh, my dear, dear son! How can I write what I have to say to you? The good God give you strength to bear it like a man. Elise has run away from her home. Whether Tournier got as far as this, no one could say.
But when passion urges a man, good-bye to his logic! Villemet said nothing to Tournier about it. He knew it would be of no use. Nor did he say anything to anybody. He had no wish to incur the responsibility of involving others in the rash attempt. There was an inn called the "Wheat Sheaf" in the parish of Stibbington, about five miles from the barracks.
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