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"It was to conceal from you this new good action he meditated, M. l'Abbe; thus, although his modesty revolts at the mention of it, he must hear me, and you shall know all," said Polidori, smiling. Jacques Ferrand was silent; he leaned on his desk, and concealed his face in his hands.
M. Sabathier, who was slowly eating the grapes which his wife had been to fetch him, did not, however, question Ferrand, for he knew full well what his answer would be, and was weary, as he expressed it, of consulting all the princes of science; nevertheless he felt comforted as it were at seeing him set that poor consumptive woman on her feet again.
"This morning," said the magistrate, "a woman in the employ of M. Ferrand, notary, came and declared to me that, after the precipitate flight of Louise Morel, who she knew was enceinte, she had gone up into the chamber of this young girl, and that she had there found traces of a clandestine accouchement; after some investigations, some footsteps in the snow had led to the discovery of a newborn child interred in the garden.
"When I say you perform miracles, it is not astonishing: you are a saint." "Oh, madame, you flatter me," said Jacques Ferrand.
"There must indeed have been some good in him." "He was a high celebrity. You've often heard of him." Baron wondered an instant. "I've no doubt you're a princess!" he said with a laugh. She made him nervous. "I'm not ashamed of him. He was Sir Dominick Ferrand." Baron saw in her face, in a few seconds, that she had seen something in his.
Oh, no; I have not made my expenses, as the stupid old portress in the Rue du Temple said, with her fantastic periwig. This pleasantry has cost meat least a thousand crowns. It is true, the furniture remains; and I can compromise the marquise. But here is the scrivener." Ferrand returned, holding in his hand some papers, which he gave to Robert.
And yet, in the midst of all this noise, of these sufferings without name, I distinguished the voice of Cecily calling me." "Always this infernal woman always. But drive away these thoughts, they will kill you." "Drive them away!" cried Jacques Ferrand; "oh! never, never!" "What mad fury! It alarms me."
Fortune, honor, he would know how to sacrifice all he would!" "True," said Cecily, placing her charming fingers on the bony and hairy hands of Jacques Ferrand, who, for the first time, touched the soft and velvety skin of the Creole. He became still paler, and uttered a hoarse sigh.
"Monsieur Ferrand," she said, "come up-stairs with me to the Sainte-Honorine Ward at once. We have a patient there at the point of death." He smiled at her; indeed, he never beheld her without feeling brighter and comforted. "I will come with you, Sister," he replied. "But you'll wait a minute, won't you? I must try to restore this poor man." She waited patiently and made herself useful.
"What has n't been through fire's no good," he said; and, letting go the branch, sat down. Freed from restraint, the boat edged out towards the current. "But what about Ferrand?" "I lay awake last night wondering what makes you like him so. He's so bitter; he makes me feel unhappy. He never seems content with anything. And he despises" her face hardened "I mean, he hates us all!"
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