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Susini read it once, and was turning it to read again, when, glancing out of the window, he saw Denise cross the Place, and go into the church. "Ah!" he said aloud, "that will save me a long walk." Then he read the letter again, with curt nods of the head from time to time, as if Lory were making points or giving minute instructions.
"Yes, he who is foolish." "Show me the way," said Susini. "You need not look at my hands; I have nothing in them." They climbed the steep slope that overhung the road, forcing their way through the thick brushwood, stumbling over the chaos of stones. Quite suddenly they came upon a group of men sitting round a smouldering fire where a tin coffee-pot stood amid the ashes.
Jean had to lift his master into the saddle, which office the wiry Susini had performed for him at St. Florent fourteen hours earlier. There is a good inn at Cauro where de Vasselot procured a cup of coffee and some bread without dismounting. Jean had given him a list of names, and the route to Porto Vecchio was not a difficult one, though it led through a deserted country.
It must be greater than we think, that temptation. You and I perhaps have never had it." "No," replied the abbe, simply. "There has never been more than a sou in my poor-box at the church. I see now," continued Susini, "who has been stirring up this old strife between the Peruccas and the Vasselots offering, as he was, to buy from one and the other alternately.
"The Abbe Susini?" cried Mademoiselle Brun, in curt interrogation. In reply, the driver pointed to the inside of the carriage with the handle of his whip. "You are alone?" said mademoiselle, in surprise.
The second act had just closed with the famous trumpet song, in which Susini, the great basso of the day, had created a furore. A messenger entered the box where the general was surrounded by a brilliant company, and gave him a dispatch which announced the surrender of Vicksburg and Pemberton's army.
The Abbe Susini tells me that when the emperor's hand was firm, Corsica was almost orderly, justice was almost administered, banditism was for the moment made to feel the hand of the law, and the authorities could count the number of outlaws evading their grip in the mountains. But since the emperor's illness has taken a dangerous turn things have gone back again.
"But I will pull an oar with you," answered Susini. "Come, show us which is your boat. Mademoiselle Brun will bale out, and the young lady will steer. We shall be quite a family party." There was no denying a man who took matters into his own hands so energetically. "You can pull an oar?" inquired the boatman, doubtfully. "I was born at Bonifacio, my friend.
Amidst a subject population, he who rebels is not without honour. It was among these and such as these that the Abbe Susini sought from time to time his lost sheep. He took a certain pleasure in donning the peasant clothes that his father had worn, and in going to the mountains as his forefathers had doubtless done before him.
"When did you see the Abbe Susini?" asked Lory. "and where if you can tell me that?" "I saw him in the macquis. He often goes up into the mountains alone, dressed like one of us. He is a queer man, that abbe. He says that he sometimes thinks it well to care for the wanderers from his flock a jest, you see." And the man gave his crooked grin again.
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