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Updated: June 10, 2025
'Why, to hear you talk, one would think you were as ready to travel as I am! 'So we are, I said, 'quite as ready, living in the way we do here. He shook his head; but you will not shake yours, Louis, I am sure, now you have heard all my long story? You can't blame me can you?" Before Trudaine could answer, Lomaque looked out of the cottage window.
Trudaine was preoccupied, and disinclined to talk. It was necessary, however, in common politeness, to say something. Hardly attending himself to his own words, he began with a commonplace phrase: "I regret, Monsieur Lomaque, that we have not had more opportunities of bettering our acquaintance."
That king is named Terror, and seventeen hundred and ninety-four is the year of his reign. Monsieur Lomaque, land-steward no longer, sits alone in an official-looking room in one of the official buildings of Paris. It is another July evening, as fine as that evening when he and Trudaine sat talking together on the bench overlooking the Seine.
Lomaque asks, as he sees the lamp-light glimmering in the parlor window. "I shall wait to prepare her till we are settled again here till the first holiday pleasure of our return has worn off, and the quiet realities of our every-day life of old have resumed their way," answers Trudaine. They enter the house.
For one all sufficient reason, which you can easily guess at, the brother and sister Maurice must still know nothing of Louis Trudaine and Rose Danville, except that they were two among the hundreds of victims guillotined during the Reign of Terror." He spoke the last sentence with a faint smile, and with the air of a man trying, in spite of himself, to treat a grave subject lightly.
"Do you assert," exclaimed the president, "that at the time when you denounced Trudaine, you knew him to be intriguing to aid your mother's escape?" "I assert it," answered Danville. The pen which the president held dropped from his hand at that reply; his colleagues started, and looked at each other in blank silence.
They sent for Trudaine, Prevot des Marchand, Councillor of State, to give an account to them of the state of the Hotel de Ville funds. He declared that they had never been so well paid, and that there was no cause of complaint against the government. Baffled upon this point, they fastened upon a edict, recently rendered, respecting the money of the realm.
They sent for Trudaine, Prevot des Marchand, Councillor of State, to give an account to them of the state of the Hotel de Ville funds. He declared that they had never been so well paid, and that there was no cause of complaint against the government. Baffled upon this point, they fastened upon a edict, recently rendered, respecting the money of the realm.
And, last, with reference to the concealment which followed the escape, I beg to inform you that it was abandoned the moment we knew of what was going on here; and that it was only persevered in up to this time, as a natural measure of precaution on the part of Citizen Trudaine. From a similar motive we now abstain from exposing his sister to the shock and the peril of being present here.
Monsieur Lomaque started a little and left his cane sticking in the ground. "A thousand thanks, monsieur," he said; "may I be allowed to follow you?" "I confess the beauty of the evening makes me a little unwilling to leave this place just yet." "Ah! the beauties of Nature I feel them with you, Monsieur Trudaine; I feel them here."
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