. Monsieur Lecoq & The honor of the name . groaned the wounded man, sink-ing to the ground. Blanche seemed rooted to the spot with horror; but AuntMedea for once in her life had some energy in her fear. THE HONOR OF THE NAME 567 Come! she shrieked, dragging her niece away. Come—heis dead ! Not quite, for the old traitor had sufficient strength remain-ing to crawl home and knock at the door. His wife and young-est hoy were sleeping soundly, and it was his eldest son, whohad just returned home, who opened the door. Seeing hisfather prostrate on the ground, the young man thought he wasintoxicated
. Monsieur Lecoq & The honor of the name . groaned the wounded man, sink-ing to the ground. Blanche seemed rooted to the spot with horror; but AuntMedea for once in her life had some energy in her fear. THE HONOR OF THE NAME 567 Come! she shrieked, dragging her niece away. Come—heis dead ! Not quite, for the old traitor had sufficient strength remain-ing to crawl home and knock at the door. His wife and young-est hoy were sleeping soundly, and it was his eldest son, whohad just returned home, who opened the door. Seeing hisfather prostrate on the ground, the young man thought he wasintoxicated, and tried to lift him and carry him into the house,but the old poacher begged him to desist. Dont touch me,said he. It is all over with me! but listen: Lacheneurs daugh-ter has just been poisoned by Madame Blanche. It was to tellyou this that I dragged myself here. This knowledge is wortha fortune, my boy, if you are not a fool! And then he diedwithout being able to tell his family where he had concealedthe price of Lacheneurs IT will be recollected that of all those who witnessed theBaron dEscorvals terrible fall over the precipice below thecitadel of Montaignac, the Abbe Midon was the only one whodid not despair. He set about his task with more than courage,with a reverent faith in the protection of Providence, remem-bering Ambroise Pares sublime phrase: I dress the wound—God heals it. That he was right to hope was conclusivelyshown by the fact that after six months sojourn in FatherPoignuts house, the baron was able to sit up and even to limpit with the aid of crutches. On reaching this stage ofrecovery, however, when it was essential he should take somelittle exercise, he was seriously inconvenienced by the diminu-tive proportions of Poi^nots loft, so that he welcomed withintense delight the prospect of taking np his abode at the Bor-derie with Marie-Anne; and when indeed the abbe fixed the dayfor moving, he grew as impatient for it to arrive as a school-I is
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