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He had undisturbed, however, one instinct of the peasant a directness, which was evident chiefly in the clearness of his thoughts. As these things hurried through my mind, my body sunk in a kind of restfulness before the great fire, Doltaire came back. "I will not keep you from breakfast," said he. "Voban must wait, if you will pass by untidiness." A thought flashed through my mind.
I called up what looks of candour were possible to me, and told him bluntly that I wished Voban to bear a letter for me to the Seigneur Duvarney's. At that he cocked his ear and shook his bushy head, fiercely stroking his mustaches.
He had undisturbed, however, one instinct of the peasant a directness, which was evident chiefly in the clearness of his thoughts. As these things hurried through my mind, my body sunk in a kind of restfulness before the great fire, Doltaire came back. "I will not keep you from breakfast," said he. "Voban must wait, if you will pass by untidiness." A thought flashed through my mind.
He rose and made ready to leave, Voban with him. "The commissariat camps here in an hour or so," he said, with a ripe chuckle. It was clear the new state of affairs was more to his mind than the long year's rigour and silence.
We have both been blunderers, Voban, blunderers, he say; 'things have gone wrong with us. We have lost all. There is little time. 'Tell me one thing, he go on: 'Is Mademoiselle Duvarney safe do you know? I tell him yes, and he smile, and take from his pocket something, and lay it against his lips, and then put it back in his breast. "'You are not afraid to die, Voban? he ask. I answer no.
"Well, that wicked night I sent Voban to General Montcalm, and, as I said, a thought came to me: I would find Jamond, beg her to mask herself, go to the Intendance, and dance before the gentlemen there, keeping them amused till the General came, as I was sure he would at my suggestion, for he is a just man and a generous.
Early the next morning I waked, and there was Voban sitting just outside the alcove, looking at me. I sat up in bed and spoke to him, and he greeted me in an absent sort of way. He was changed as much as I; he moved as one in a dream; yet there was the ceaseless activity of the eye, the swift, stealthy motion of the hand.
'The key, Voban? he say; and I answer, 'Yes. He get pale; then he go and try the door, look close at the walls, try them quick, quick, stop, feel for a panel, then try again, stand still, and lean against the table. It is no use to call; no one can hear, for it is all roar outside, and these walls are solid and very thick. "'How long? he say, and take out his watch.
Voban did not stir, but stood rooted to the spot, his eyes, however, never moving from Doltaire. It was clear that he had looked for death, and now expected punishment and prison. Doltaire took out his handkerchief and wiped a sweat from his cheeks. He turned to me soon, and said, in a singularly impersonal way, as though he were speaking of some animal: "He had great provocation.
Soon I was alone with him save for Babette, and her I sent for a priest. As soon as I had seen Voban I guessed what had happened: he had tried for his revenge at last. After a little time he knew me, but at first he could not speak. "What has happened the Palace?" said I. He nodded. "You blew it up with Bigot?" I asked. His reply was a whisper, and his face twitched with pain: "Not with Bigot."
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