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De Vasselot was quicker and smaller, and as agile as a goat, and Andrei Perucca lost him altogether. He was a fool. He went to look for him. As if any one in his senses would go to look for a Corsican in the rocks! That is how the gendarmes get killed. At length Andrei Perucca raised his head over a big stone, and looked right into the muzzle of de Vasselot's gun.
The whole story had been handed to him whom it most concerned, complete in itself like a barrister's brief, and de Vasselot was not setting it forth with much skill, but bluntly, simply and generously like a soldier. "Surely I have said enough," were his next words, and it is possible that the colonel and Mademoiselle Brun alone understood the full meaning of the words.
She meekly set to work to make the Casa Perucca comfortable, and took up her horticultural labours where she had dropped them. "One misses the Chateau de Vasselot," she said one morning, standing by the open window that gave so wide a view of the valley. "Yes," answered Denise; and that was all. Mademoiselle went into the garden with her leather gloves and a small basket.
"Pardon me, but you have even less," said the notary. "If I may remind you of it, you have probably no title-deeds to Vasselot itself since the burning of the chateau." "There you are wrong," answered Lory, quietly. And the abbe snapped both fingers and thumbs in a double-barrelled feu de joie.
"As Corsica at present stands, Perucca and Vasselot are valueless, mademoiselle, I claim the honour of being in the same boat with you. And if the empire falls bonjour la paix!" And he sketched a grand upheaval with a wave of his two hands in the air. "But why should the empire fall?" asked Denise, sharply.
He was sitting at a table, and looked a big man. Afterwards, when he stood up, I saw he was small. He bowed as I entered the room for he is polite even to the meanest private of a line regiment and as he bowed he winced. Even that movement gave him pain. And then he smiled, with an effort. 'Monsieur de Vasselot, he said; and I bowed. 'A Corsican, he went on.
He was not, it may be mentioned, the baron. While the two men were thus regarding each other in a polite silence, the baroness opened a pair of remarkably bright brown eyes, at first with wonder, and then with understanding, and finally with wonder again when they lighted on de Vasselot. "Lory!" she cried. "But where have you fallen from?"
And when Jean arrived a few minutes later, he found Lory de Vasselot sitting in the shade of the great chestnut tree, by the side of his dead father, sleepily winding up his watch. "I fired at the horse to lame it it crossed its legs and fell, throwing him against the wall," he said, shortly. Jean lifted his master, noted the swinging head, and laid him gently down again.
De Vasselot conveyed by one inimitable gesture that he admired her spirit, but refused to obey her. Colonel Gilbert smiled contemplatively, He was of a different school of that school of Frenchmen which owes its existence to Napoleon III. impassive, almost taciturn more British than the typical Briton. De Vasselot, on the contrary, was quick and vivacious.
A fact of which you may have been aware." "You seem to know much." "I know more than you suspect," answered de Vasselot. "I know, for instance, your reason for desiring to buy land on the western slope of Monte Torre." "Ah?"
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