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"Ah!" cried Lory, whose voice had a ring of excitement in it that always came when action was imminent. "But I cannot go at that pace. It is not only Jean who has but one leg. Your arm thank you. Now we can go." And he limped by the side of Susini through the dark alleys of St. Florent. The horse was waiting for them beneath an archway which de Vasselot remembered.
There was a dead silence for a moment, broken at length by a movement on the part of Mademoiselle Brun. In her abrupt way she struck herself on the forehead as a fool. "Yes," testified Susini, brusquely, "that is where he has been." Denise remembered ever afterwards, that Lory did not look at her at this moment of his complete justification.
We have nurses and doctors, but we have no one to wash up. And it is I who do it. This is my hospital. I have borrowed the building from the good God." Mademoiselle was naturally a secretive woman. She could even be silent about her neighbours' affairs. Susini had been guided by a quick intuition, characteristic of his race, when he had confided in this Frenchwoman.
It is the Abbe Susini of Olmeta who has told me this. He it was who told me of your well, I can only call it your misfortune, mademoiselle. For there is assuredly a curse upon Corsica as there is upon Ireland. It cannot govern itself, and no other can govern it.
One man had his leg roughly tied up in sticks. It was Jean of the Evil Eye, who looked hard at the Abbe Susini, and then turning, indicated with a nod the Count de Vasselot who sat leaning against a tree. The count recognized Susini and nodded vaguely. His face, once bleached by long confinement, was burnt to a deep red; his eyes were quite irresponsible.
The estate seemed to be drifting naturally into the hands of the only man who wanted it, and, after all, had offered a good price for it. "I will find out from the Abbe Susini or the mayor whether the Count de Vasselot is really here," Denise said, as they approached the village. "And if he is, we will go and see him. We cannot go on like this.
Then the priest stooped, and with the skirt of his cassock wiped the child's face. "There," he said to the woman, "take him home, for I hear the gendarmes coming." Indeed, the trotting of horses and the clank of the long swinging sabres could be heard on the road below the village, and one by one the onlookers dropped away, leaving the Abbe Susini alone at the foot of the church steps.
The Abbe Susini had no money, but he was a charitable man in a hasty and impulsive way. Even the very poor may be charitable: they can think kindly of the rich. It was not the rich of whom the abbe had a friendly thought, but the foolish and the stubborn.
"Yes, monsieur," said Gilbert at length, "I think you have." And he moved towards the door in an odd, sidelong way. He had taken only three steps, when he swung round on his heel with a sharp exclamation. The Abbe Susini, with blazing eyes half mad with rage had flown at him like a terrier.
The count stepped down from the raised window recess, and turned up the lamp, which he had lowered. Lory paused to close the shutter, and as he did so the Abbe Susini came into the room without looking towards the window, which was near the door by which he entered, without, therefore, seeing Lory. He hurried into the room, and stopped dead, facing the count.
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