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He paused at his door, and cast a haggard glance up and down; at the irregular line of gables which he had known from childhood, the steep, red roofs, the cobble pavement, the bakers' signs that hung here and there and with the wide eaves darkened the way; and he cursed all he saw in the frenzy of his rage. Let Basterga, Savoy, d'Albigny do their worst! What was it to him? Why should he move?
The precise moment that and other things, I will let you know by a safe mouth." "But the remedium? That first!" the Syndic muttered, a scowl, for a second, darkening his face. Basterga smiled. "Have no fear," he replied. "That first, by all means. And afterwards Geneva." The wood-ash on the hearth had sunk lower and grown whiter.
In vain he struggled and strove and wrestled to jerk himself free; in vain Basterga, hampered by Claude, tried to drag the girl away Blondel came away with her! She clung to him, and even, freeing her mouth for a moment, succeeded in uttering a scream. "Curse her!" Basterga foamed: and had he had a hand to spare, he would have struck her down. "Pull, man, have you no strength! Let go, you vixen!
"But why not both? Because shall I tell you?" "I hear " "Yes, and I hear too! The city is rising!" Basterga listened a moment. "Presently they will ring the alarm-bell, and " "If you stay here some one may find you!" "And find me with you?" Basterga rejoined. He knew that he ought to go, for his own sake as well as the Syndic's.
Basterga asked, his brow contracting. "No, downstairs." "Did they get the box or the bottle?" There was a dangerous note in Basterga's voice; and a look in his eyes that scared the lad. Louis, as his instinct was, lied again, fleeing the more pressing peril. "Not to my knowledge," he said. "And you?" The scholar eyed him with bland suavity. "You had nothing to do with all this, I suppose?"
Or he must deal with you as you deserve and out you go from Geneva!" "Per Bacco! I am not the only soldier," Grio muttered, "who ruffles it here!" "No! And is not that half our battle?" Basterga rejoined, gazing on him with massive scorn. "To make use of them and their grumbling, and their distaste for the Venerable Company of Pastors who rule us!
Claude's gloomy face he had not forgiven bade beware of him; and little save on the subject of Louis' disfigured cheek of which the most pointed questions could extract no explanation passed among them at table. But outward peace was preserved and a show of ease. Grio's brutal nature broke out once or twice when he had had wine; but discouraged by Basterga, he subsided quickly.
"Well," he said in French, his tone dry and sarcastic, "you do not seem overpleased to see me, Monsieur Basterga! Nor am I surprised. Large promises have ever small fulfilments!" "His Highness has discovered that?" Basterga replied, in a tone no less sarcastic. For his temper was roused. The stranger's eyes flickered, as if the other's words touched a sore.
"He would do it!" the Syndic cried passionately. And he struck the table. "He would, curse him!" "And he would not forget," Basterga continued, with a meaning nod, "that you had miscalled him!" "No! But I will be before him!" The Syndic was on his feet again, shaking like a leaf. "Ay?" Basterga blew his nose to hide the flash of triumph that shone in his eyes. "You will be wise in time?
The abruptness of the departure did not surprise him. "Believe me, I feel for you, Messer Blondel." The Syndic acknowledged the phrase by a gesture not without pathos, and, passing out, stumbled blindly down the narrow stairs. Basterga attended him with respect to the outer door, and there they parted in silence.
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