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They threw down the books with contempt showing thereby their sense of true religion; and trooped off roaring, "TUES! TUES! Aux Huguenots!" at the top of their voices. The newcomer thus left with us was Bure Blaise Bure the same who only yesterday, though it seemed months and months back, had lured us into Bezers' power. Since that moment we had not seen him.
"M. Anne does not seem to understand," he said with mock courtesy, "that I have the honour to welcome him to my house the Hotel Bezers, Rue de Platriere." "The Hotel Bezers! Rue de Platriere!" I cried confusedly. "But Blaise Bure told us that this was the Rue St. Antoine!" "Ah!" he replied as if slowly enlightened the hypocrite! "Ah! I see!" and he smiled grimly.
Wonder and admiration for the time took the place of dislike. I could scarcely believe that there was not some atom of good in this man so fearless. And no face but one no face I think in the world, but one could have drawn my eyes from him. But that one face was beside him. I clutched Marie's arm, and pointed to the bareheaded figure at Bezers' right hand.
I have forty horsemen over the way," was the dry answer. "For the moment, I am master of the legions, Coadjutor." "That is true," Madame d'O said; so softly that I started. She had scarcely spoken since Bezers' entrance.
Croisette had muttered something, and this had drawn on him the glare of Bezers' eyes. But the threat was effectual. Croisette was silent. The two were left henceforth to one another. Yet the Vidame seemed to be put out by the interruption. Muttering a string of oaths he strode from us to the window and back again.
There is no one to call him to account since the king our king forsooth! has declared every Huguenot an outlaw, to be killed wherever he be met with. No, when Bezers disarmed me yonder," he pointed as he spoke to his wound, "I looked of course for instant death. Anne! I saw blood in his eyes! But he did not strike." "Why not?" I asked in suspense. "I can only guess," Louis answered with a sigh.
The rage I felt, caused as much by the thought of our folly as by his arrogance, would let me be silent no longer. "First, M. de Bezers, first," I broke out fiercely, my words leaping over one another in my haste, "a word with you! Let me tell you what I think of you! You are a treacherous hound, Vidame! A cur! a beast! And I spit upon you! Traitor and assassin!" I shouted, "is that not enough?
It was not Louis de Pavannes at all. It was no old friend at all, It was the Vidame de Bezers! "Welcome, gentlemen!" he said, smiling at us and never had the cast been so apparent in his eyes. "Welcome to Paris, M. Anne!" There was a long silence. We stood glaring at him, and he smiled upon us as a cat smiles.
Nay, the malignity of Bezers' tone, the savage gleam of joy in his eyes appalled me to such an extent that I fancied for a moment I saw in him the devil incarnate! He recovered his composure very quickly, however; and turned carelessly towards the door. "If you will follow me," he said, "I will see you disposed of.
We could see a bend in the street laying it open part of the Vidame's house; the gloomy square hold which had come to him from his mother. His own chateau of Bezers lay far away in Franche Comte, but of late he had shown a preference Catherine could best account for it, perhaps for this mean house in Caylus. It was the only house in the town which did not belong to us.
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