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Genis' coat, that Victor thought to give the order to search the prisoner. The latter entered a vigorous protest: he fought and he threatened: he promised de Marmont the hangman's rope and his men terrible reprisals, but of course he was fighting a losing battle.
"And brand him a liar," broke in Clyffurde almost involuntarily and with bitter vehemence. "Your pardon, Monsieur," retorted the Comte coldly, "neither my daughter nor I have done that. It is your deeds that condemn you, your own admissions and the word of M. de St. Genis. Would you perchance suggest that he lied?" "Oh, no," rejoined Clyffurde with perfect calm, "it is I who lied, of course."
Already de Marmont his hand upon his sword had advanced menacingly towards St. Genis. "M. le Marquis," he said between set teeth, "you will, by God! eat those words, or " "Eat my words, man?" retorted St. Genis with a harsh laugh. "By Heaven! have I not come here on purpose to throw my words into your lying face?"
Genis has my permission to escort you." The General entrusts the keys of the Bonne Gate to Colonel Roussille. He has barely time to execute his hasty flight, having arranged to escape out of Grenoble by the St. Laurent Gate on the north of the town. In the meanwhile a carter from the suburb of St.
Genis curtly. And Clyffurde began after a slight pause: "At the time that you fell upon me with such ill-considered vigour, M. de St. Genis," he said, "did you know that but for my abominable outrage upon the persons whom you honour, the money which they would gladly have guarded with their life would have fallen into the hands of Bonaparte's agents?"
"What catastrophe, mon Dieu!" he exclaimed, "could fall on my house that would be worse than twenty years of exile?" "An alliance with a traitor, M. le Comte," said St. Genis firmly. A gasp went round the room, a sigh, a cry. The women looked in mute horror from one man to the other, the men already had their right hand on their swords.
Genis looked upon the man to whom he owed his life. With that stained bandage round his head, dulled and bloodshot eyes, face blackened with powder and smoke and features drawn and haggard, Bobby Clyffurde was indeed almost unrecognisable. But Maurice knew him on the instant.
Bobby could see them quite clearly for he saw with that subtle and delicate sense which only a great and pure passion can give! he saw the danger at the very moment when it was born at the precise instant when it threatened that handful of black-coated men, one of whose officers was named St. Genis.
"Are you there, Maurice?" called the Comte. But strangely enough there came no answer to his call. M. de St. Genis must have fallen back some little distance in the rear, else he surely would have heard something of the clatter, the shouts and the swearing which were attending the present unfortunate contretemps. "Maurice! where are you?" called the Comte again. And still no answer.
Genis' tormented brain began to wonder why he had done all this. Was it for love of Crystal de Cambray?
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