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Page 248 - I will believe you, I will never open that door." Madame de Merret took the crucifix and said:
Page 229 - Monsieur," he continued after a brief pause, "three months after being licensed by the Keeper of the Seals I was sent for one evening, just as I was going to bed (I was not then married), by Madame Countess de Merret, to come to her Chateau de Merret.
Page 245 - ... on the first floor. By one of those chances which it is impossible to foresee, he returned home, on the evening in question, two hours later than usual, from the club to which he was accustomed to go to read the newspapers and to talk politics with the people of the neighbourhood.
Page 230 - The good man paused a moment to arrange his facts, and then continued : ' The lady's maid answered rather vaguely the questions which I put to her as we drove along ; she did, however, tell me that her mistress had received the last sacraments that day from the curate of Merret, and that she was not likely to live through the night. I reached the chateau about eleven o'clock.
Page 252 - Duvivier," she thought. As soon as the Count had left, Madame de Merret rang for Rosalie; then in a terrible voice: "The trowel, the trowel!" she cried, "and quick to work! I saw how Gorenflot did it; we shall have time to make a hole and to mend it again.
Page 201 - ... heart. He studied the odd whims of this busy life, the schemes of its sordid avarice, the projects of this politician disguised as a man of science. He was able to forecast the disappointments that awaited the one touch of sentiment that was buried in a heart not of stone though made to seem like stone. One day Bianchon told Desplein that a poor water-carrier in the Quartier Saint-Jacques was suffering from a horrible illness caused by overwork and poverty. This poor native of Auvergne had only...
Page 233 - ' I have awaited you with impatience.' "Her cheeks colored. The effort to speak was great. The old woman who was watching her here rose and whispered in my ear: 'Don't speak; Madame la Comtesse is past hearing the slightest sound; you would only agitate her.' I sat down. A few moments later Madame de Merret collected all her remaining strength to move her right arm and put it, not without great difficulty, under her bolster. She paused an instant; then she made a last effort and withdrew her hand...