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  1       II|          for his attention, my dear Maurice,” he responded. “I shall
  2       II|            think I know your heart, Maurice; this evening I shall know
  3       IV|             the other, quietly, “am Maurice d’Escorval.”~ ~They surveyed
  4       IV|            retired. At this threat, Maurice shrugged his shoulders,
  5        V|        drawing-room, with their son Maurice playing on the rug at their
  6        V|          hours were rolling by, and Maurice had not returned.~ ~“What
  7        V|            promises he overheard.~ ~Maurice knew nothing of life; he
  8        V|           again, upstart!” repeated Maurice, through his set teeth as
  9        V|           recital. This auditor was Maurice.~ ~Leaning against the door,
 10        V|           to the father of the girl Maurice loved.~ ~But he swore that
 11        V|            he speaking seriously?~ ~Maurice must have supposed so, for
 12       VI|                        CHAPTER VI~ ~Maurice and Marie-Anne had loved
 13       VI|          sister.~ ~From that moment Maurice’s attachment assumed a more
 14       VI|             passion which preserved Maurice from the restlessness and
 15       VI|             lips.~ ~The audacity of Maurice had never gone beyond a
 16       VI|           unexpected declaration by Maurice struck everyone dumb.~ ~
 17       VI|             truly say that she knew Maurice’s heart.~ ~He, however,
 18       VI|            daughter in marriage.”~ ~Maurice had not expected so little
 19       VI|             Thunderstruck at first, Maurice afterward renewed the attack
 20       VI|         shook his head.~ ~“Monsieur Maurice,” said he, “is young; he
 21       VI|        permit me, father,” ventured Maurice, “I will go and ascertain——”~ ~“
 22       VI|    precautions were unnecessary. As Maurice was rushing to the door,
 23       VI|           And his son?” interrupted Maurice.~ ~“The Marquis Martial,
 24       VI|            with his daughter.~ ~But Maurice did not despair; Marie-Anne
 25     VIII|          and happiness, can realize Maurice d’Escorval’s disappointment.~ ~
 26     VIII|             at consolation.~ ~“Poor Maurice!” murmured Mme. d’Escorval,
 27     VIII|          Marie-Anne promise to meet Maurice to-morrow in the grove on
 28     VIII|                At this thought poor Maurice was heartbroken.~ ~What
 29     VIII|           Martial had never seen.~ ~Maurice saw the lights leap from
 30     VIII|             with their heavy boots. Maurice trembled in thinking of
 31     VIII|          other side of the Oiselle. Maurice, to reach his destination,
 32     VIII|        These people did not observe Maurice. They were talking earnestly,
 33     VIII|             news positively stunned Maurice. He was actually unable
 34     VIII|             is untrue!” interrupted Maurice, indignantly. “Monsieur
 35     VIII|          had heard, however, caused Maurice to hasten on still more
 36       IX|     Marie-Anne had promised to meet Maurice, owed its name to the rebellious
 37       IX|             On reaching this grove, Maurice consulted his watch. It
 38       IX|            a beneficial effect upon Maurice. These few moments of solitude
 39       IX| conversation of these peasants that Maurice fully realized the horror
 40       IX|    resolutions?~ ~This thought made Maurice tremble. Connecting the
 41       IX|         anything to a son-in-law.~ ~Maurice was exhausting all his ingenuity
 42       IX|           on every side as she ran. Maurice remarked, not without surprise,
 43       IX|             was no hope.~ ~“I came, Maurice,” she began, “because I
 44       IX|            She spoke hurriedly, but Maurice was appalled by the firmness
 45       IX|             say this: Have courage, Maurice. Go away—leave Escorval—
 46       IX|        forget me?”~ ~“I am a woman, Maurice—”~ ~But he interrupted her:~ ~“
 47       IX|            feet; he repulsed me.”~ ~Maurice was thunderstruck, but recovering
 48       IX|            failed to understand me, Maurice. Ah, well! you must know
 49       IX|          courage to refuse mine!”~ ~Maurice was so beside himself that
 50       IX|            the glance she cast upon Maurice.~ ~“Must I stoop so low
 51       IX|            another in his place!”~ ~Maurice hung his head, abashed by
 52       IX| reproachfully; “fly! and is it you, Maurice, who counsel me thus? What!
 53       IX|         penniless parent. Leave me, Maurice, where honor holds me. It
 54       IX|            one’s duty fulfilled!”~ ~Maurice was about to reply, when
 55        X|           recognized Marie-Anne and Maurice d’Escorval, and obeying
 56       XI|         young Marquis de Sairmeuse, Maurice d’Escorval’s first thought
 57       XI|                Knowing what he did, Maurice supposed that these strangely
 58       XI|           to ignore the presence of Maurice completely.~ ~“For there
 59       XI|        accord with his words.~ ~And Maurice, who felt—who was certain
 60       XI|               However inexperienced Maurice might be, he could no longer
 61       XI|         Marie-Anne, and before him, Maurice. In other words, the marquis,
 62       XI|            Marquis de Sairmeuse!”~ ~Maurice’s attitude was so threatening
 63       XI|             that he would have shot Maurice like a dog, rather than
 64       XI|             explosion of anger from Maurice Marie-Anne had been expecting
 65       XI|              and so humiliating for Maurice?~ ~An ordinary woman would
 66       XI|              Was it not the duty of Maurice to protect her when she
 67       XI|       intervention was unnecessary. Maurice comprehended that this was
 68       XI|     discerning not to perceive that Maurice had disguised the true cause
 69       XI|           made that remark before,” Maurice interrupted, tauntingly. “
 70       XI|            Martial’s sneering tone, Maurice was certain that he had
 71       XI|           another right,” continued Maurice. “My father yesterday had
 72       XI|        departed, not without giving Maurice a look in which he read
 73       XI|             folded arms, confronted Maurice.~ ~“As for you, Monsieur
 74       XI|             to your home.”~ ~And as Maurice hesitated, he seized him
 75       XI|  precautions useless?”~ ~He watched Maurice as he disappeared, bewildered
 76      XII|             to give his daughter to Maurice d’Escorval whom she loved,
 77      XIV|            find some way of driving Maurice from the country?~ ~Ah,
 78       XV|            at the point of death.~ ~Maurice was indeed dangerously ill.~ ~
 79       XV|            comfort him.”~ ~This was Maurice’s last effort. When dinner
 80       XV|          asked in behalf of my son. Maurice was to have seen Marie-Anne
 81       XV|         broken only by the moans of Maurice.~ ~His excitement instead
 82       XV|   Montaignac entered.~ ~He examined Maurice carefully, and, after a
 83       XV|        until a week had passed that Maurice was declared out of danger.~ ~
 84      XVI|           do not ask me for news of Maurice,” he said, reproachfully.~ ~“
 85      XVI|          voice that she replied:~ ~“Maurice knows that it would be impossible
 86      XVI|           it.”~ ~“But you have made Maurice wretched, unhappy, child;
 87      XVI|      affectionately, he said:~ ~“So Maurice loves you; you love him;
 88      XVI|        struggle against my despair? Maurice must forget me; he must
 89      XVI|             parted forever. Beseech Maurice to leave the country, and
 90      XVI|           refusal has nearly killed Maurice. Believe me, I have suffered
 91      XVI|               What should he say to Maurice?~ ~He had reached the little
 92     XVII|           Marie-Anne, “because——”~ ~Maurice d’Escorval’s name trembled
 93     XVII|          much as I despise?”~ ~“But Maurice! Maurice will despise me!
 94     XVII|           despise?”~ ~“But Maurice! Maurice will despise me! I can bear
 95     XVII|         however, that he recognized Maurice d’Escorval.~ ~
 96    XVIII|             entertained.~ ~“My poor Maurice,” he thought, “is heart-broken,
 97    XVIII|           What the baron concealed, Maurice divined; and he clung to
 98    XVIII|         appearance.~ ~“Well?” cried Maurice.~ ~M. d’Escorval felt that
 99    XVIII|           these responses fell upon Maurice like a thunder-bolt was
100    XVIII|         lost his reason!” exclaimed Maurice.~ ~The baron shook his head
101    XVIII|      returned to the pale cheeks of Maurice.~ ~“Such a conspiracy would
102    XVIII|         forget, I cannot,” faltered Maurice.~ ~He said this because
103    XVIII|   Chanlouineau.”~ ~From that moment Maurice thought only of doing everything
104    XVIII|            would have believed that Maurice could have been thus consoled,”
105    XVIII|            draw nothing from him.~ ~Maurice had decided to say nothing
106    XVIII|    September the abbe declared that Maurice might resume his ordinary
107    XVIII|         open air.~ ~In his delight, Maurice embraced the worthy priest.~ ~“
108    XVIII|             with a pedler’s pack.~ ~Maurice was therefore sure that
109    XVIII|         turned; and at the sight of Maurice, they both sprang up, blushing
110    XVIII|          Under other circumstances, Maurice d’Escorval would have been
111    XVIII|           said Lacheneur, rudely.~ ~Maurice smiled, he was perfectly
112    XVIII|         your house, Monsieur,” said Maurice, gravely and impressively, “
113    XVIII|           scornful exclamation from Maurice interrupted her.~ ~“And
114    XVIII|          that you are braving——”~ ~“Maurice!”~ ~“So if imminent peril
115    XVIII|           comply with your request, Maurice,” said M. Lacheneur, “in
116    XVIII|       possession—her reputation.”~ ~Maurice did not wince. “So be it,”
117    XVIII|           But you are only a child, Maurice; and your father is my friend.”~ ~“
118    XVIII|         your father’s life——”~ ~But Maurice violently interrupted him.~ ~“
119    XVIII|         produced no impression upon Maurice; he was wild with joy.~ ~“
120    XVIII|            does that matter to me?” Maurice exclaimed, gayly; and, springing
121    XVIII|        expected.”~ ~The attitude of Maurice expressed his entire consent.~ ~“
122    XVIII|        Probably. Will you swear?”~ ~Maurice hesitated, but an imploring
123    XVIII|       anything.~ ~“Nothing remains, Maurice,” he resumed, “but to give
124      XIX|      CHAPTER XIX~ ~So it was really Maurice d’Escorval whom the Marquis
125      XIX|             her father’s success.~ ~Maurice and Marie-Anne had become
126      XIX|           Such feverish activity as Maurice displayed! All day long
127      XXI|           ranks, to depart thus.~ ~“Maurice!” he cried.~ ~The young
128      XXI|            not follow these madmen, Maurice?” said the baron.~ ~“I must
129      XXI|        father.”~ ~“And your mother, Maurice, the mother whom you forget!”~ ~
130      XXI|           the nobility of soul that Maurice displayed in his conduct.
131      XXI|             faltered, “farewell!”~ ~Maurice soon rejoined his comrades,
132     XXII|             onward!” he repeated.~ ~Maurice, Chanlouineau, Jean, Marie-Anne,
133     XXII|           wept with rage. He called Maurice and Chanlouineau.~ ~“I place
134    XXIII|           of the column confided to Maurice and Chanlouineau came up.~ ~
135    XXIII|        prolonged defence; he called Maurice and drew him a little aside.~ ~“
136    XXIII|               I shall remain,” said Maurice, firmly.~ ~He was going
137    XXIII|       rushed in pursuit of her, and Maurice was the first to discover
138    XXIII|        Mademoiselle Lacheneur. Now, Maurice, in your turn!”~ ~But already
139    XXIII|            the enemy at bay, giving Maurice time to spring into the
140    XXIII|      departure of Marie-Anne and of Maurice, Chanlouineau was still
141     XXIV|             her husband appeared.~ ~Maurice was sometimes late; but
142     XXIV|          and fall.~ ~Abbe Midon and Maurice had already leaped to the
143     XXIV|              and all the efforts of Maurice and of the priest had failed
144     XXIV|            to foot.~ ~“Your father, Maurice!” she exclaimed, in a stifled
145     XXIV|        terrible. Until that moment, Maurice and the cure had comforted
146     XXIV|           reach home before them.~ ~Maurice tottered, and almost dropped
147     XXIV|         life.”~ ~“Mother!” faltered Maurice; “mother!”~ ~“Oh! do not
148     XXIV|          the house; “and you, also, Maurice, come!”~ ~It was with the
149     XXIV|           him upon the scaffold.”~ ~Maurice had been listening, pale
150     XXIV|            and by the confession of Maurice, the abbe understood at
151     XXIV|         convince them that Monsieur Maurice has not left the house this
152     XXIV|             interrogation. And you, Maurice, run and change your clothes;
153     XXIV|          went back to the office.~ ~Maurice and the abbe remained alone
154     XXIV|        suspicion of complicity from Maurice.~ ~“This was,” he reflected, “
155     XXIV|                The priest looked at Maurice and saw that he was as pale
156     XXIV|             Let them come,” replied Maurice. “I am prepared!”~ ~The
157     XXIV|             who is absent,” replied Maurice.~ ~“Where is he?”~ ~The
158     XXIV|         under the Restoration. With Maurice he was more at ease.~ ~“
159     XXIV|           now,” said he, turning to Maurice, “what have you been doing
160     XXIV|          tone was so offensive that Maurice felt the angry blood mount
161     XXIV|             old trooper, addressing Maurice and the abbe, “I, Bavois,
162     XXIV|           swallows.”~ ~The cure and Maurice exchanged a glance of consternation.
163     XXIV|            glance of consternation. Maurice now recollected, for the
164     XXIV|            the sick lady’s room.”~ ~Maurice needed no further proof.
165     XXIV|                A few moments later, Maurice, the abbe, and Mme. d’Escorval
166     XXIV|          fate.”~ ~“What!” exclaimed Maurice; “still this thought of
167      XXV|             But the fact occasioned Maurice scarcely an uneasiness.~ ~
168      XXV|              These reflections made Maurice feel more tranquil in regard
169      XXV|             say “no.” She felt that Maurice was only fulfilling a sacred
170      XXV|          been enduring for hours?~ ~Maurice had reached the door when
171      XXV|         will go in the carriage.”~ ~Maurice seemed undecided.~ ~“Obey
172      XXV|            influence in Montaignac. Maurice and Marie-Anne were left
173      XXV|         silent and motionless, then Maurice advanced, and clasping her
174      XXV|          sets you free!”~ ~“No, no, Maurice, I am not free! Ah! it is
175      XXV|             You love me,” exclaimed Maurice, “you love me in spite of
176      XXV|         letter, which she handed to Maurice.~ ~She clasped in a long
177      XXV|             only pray. The cure and Maurice could act.~ ~Abbe Midon’
178      XXV|          should not succeed,” asked Maurice, gloomily, “what could I
179      XXV|           not respond to it. He and Maurice were silent during the remainder
180      XXV|       reached the city at last, and Maurice saw how wise the abbe had
181      XXV|          evinced such surprise that Maurice noticed it at once.~ ~“Ah!
182      XXV|            the officers.~ ~Although Maurice had expected this response,
183      XXV|             Rue before the abbe and Maurice had remarked several posters
184      XXV|          God be praised!” exclaimed Maurice, “Marie-Anne’s father has
185      XXV|     interest of it.”~ ~The abbe and Maurice shuddered as they re-entered
186      XXV|      frontier before this,” replied Maurice. “A hundred to one he is
187      XXV|           of bowing.~ ~The abbe and Maurice found an explanation of
188      XXV|           supposed so.~ ~He invited Maurice and the abbe to take some
189      XXV|               From him the abbe and Maurice received their first positive
190      XXV|         lying dead in the fosse.”~ ~Maurice shuddered.~ ~The unfortunate
191      XXV|            it——”~ ~But the abbe and Maurice had not time to listen to
192      XXV|           duke’s return. So all day Maurice watched the aerial telegraph
193     XXVI|             Above all, make haste!” Maurice had said to the messenger
194     XXVI|             de France.~ ~They found Maurice in despair, and even the
195     XXVI|            abbe disheartened. Since Maurice had written to them, events
196     XXVI|       punished.~ ~“What!” exclaimed Maurice, “they dare to condemn without
197     XXVI|       believed anything possible.~ ~Maurice spoke of an investigation.
198     XXVI|          the door of the chamber.~ ~Maurice cried: “Come in,” and M.
199     XXVI|        haste.”~ ~“Come!” he said to Maurice, “I wish to be present when
200    XXVII|               On first entering it, Maurice and the abbe felt a cold
201    XXVII|    precaution, alas!~ ~The abbe and Maurice had expected to find the
202    XXVII|           of the Empire.~ ~Both saw Maurice, who was so overcome that
203    XXVII|  Chanlouineau had held at bay while Maurice, the abbe, and Marie-Anne
204    XXVII|             audience, and stupefied Maurice and Abbe Midon.~ ~The examination
205    XXVII|             whispered in the ear of Maurice:~ ~“Evidently Chanlouineau
206    XXVII|             were the three men that Maurice, on his entrance, had noticed
207    XXVII|        Whatever happens, watch over Maurice; restrain him. Do not allow
208    XXVII|        caution was not unnecessary. Maurice was terribly agitated; he
209    XXVII|          moment before, had advised Maurice to be calm.~ ~He brusquely
210    XXVII|            back to his place beside Maurice.~ ~The lawyers, meanwhile,
211    XXVII|           have legally condemned.~ ~Maurice and the abbe were prostrated
212    XXVII|      compliance with the request of Maurice that the boat had been put
213    XXVII|      marquis.~ ~The suffering which Maurice endured was too great for
214    XXVII|          have been able to restrain Maurice without the aid of the retired
215    XXVII|            perhaps, they surrounded Maurice, took him up, and carried
216    XXVII|          outside, the abbe confided Maurice to the care of three officers,
217   XXVIII|          whose care he had confided Maurice.~ ~Finding their entreaties
218   XXVIII|       promised not to lose sight of Maurice, they seated themselves
219   XXVIII|          him from the scaffold. Up, Maurice! up, Marie-Anne! No more
220   XXVIII|          without losing an instant. Maurice, you will accompany me.
221   XXVIII|         citadel.”~ ~“Ah!” exclaimed Maurice, in a ferocious tone; “so
222   XXVIII|     Escorval?”~ ~“Yes—the father of—Maurice!”~ ~His voice changed in
223   XXVIII|           us to ride on in advance, Maurice placed himself at the head
224   XXVIII|            will soon be the wife of Maurice. And when you are happy,
225     XXIX|            saved.”~ ~“Speak!” cried Maurice; “what must we do?”~ ~“Pray
226     XXIX|           we do?”~ ~“Pray and wait, Maurice. I must act alone in this
227     XXIX|             compromised by them?”~ ~Maurice, the abbe, and the officers
228     XXIX|       certainly a difficult matter; Maurice and the abbe had proved
229     XXIX|            Martial’s eye.~ ~“Always Maurice!” said he.~ ~“Always.”~ ~
230     XXIX|             impassable gulf between Maurice and you. I will join my
231      XXX|         breathe freely until he saw Maurice led from the hall by Abbe
232      XXX|            Mme. d’Escorval and from Maurice.~ ~Could it be that they
233      XXX|            neither the baroness nor Maurice had made an attempt to see
234      XXX|           perhaps dead. He pictured Maurice, wild with grief, upon his
235      XXX|            the bars of your window. Maurice and his mother~ embrace
236      XXX|            were Mme. d’Escorval and Maurice, Marie-Anne, Abbe Midon,
237      XXX|          Had it broken naturally?~ ~Maurice, who examined the end of
238   XXXIII|           the custom of designating Maurice by his Christian name, which
239   XXXIII|             everyone said “Monsieur Maurice.” When they said “Monsieur
240   XXXIII|            Marie-Anne, the abbe and Maurice, and the four officers?~ ~
241    XXXIV|          give you this on behalf of Maurice d’Escorval.”~ ~With an eager
242    XXXIV|                  What must I say to Maurice?” insisted Jean. “What do
243    XXXIV|           an act worthy~ of you.~ ~“Maurice d’Escorval.”~ ~The duke
244     XXXV|          corporal comprehended what Maurice had comprehended below.~ ~“
245     XXXV|           linen of those present.~ ~Maurice and one of the officers
246     XXXV|            stood in awed silence.~ ~Maurice, who approached, followed
247     XXXV|         what shall we do?” faltered Maurice. “What course shall we pursue?”~ ~
248     XXXV|       Lacheneur will accompany you; Maurice also. People know that I
249     XXXV|      befriended Mme. d’Escorval and Maurice—who lent their aid to the
250     XXXV|  accomplished,” the officer said to Maurice. “We will now return to
251     XXXV|         with tears in his eyes that Maurice saw these brave men, who
252    XXXVI|             crept over her heart.~ ~Maurice and the old soldier were
253    XXXVI|            have money,” interrupted Maurice, unbuckling a belt filled
254    XXXVI|         forward, march!” he said to Maurice and Marie-Anne, who scarcely
255    XXXVI|           The order was obeyed, and Maurice and the corporal went into
256    XXXVI|            name is Dubois,” replied Maurice, without the slightest hesitation. “
257    XXXVI|       people to buy mules,” laughed Maurice, striking his belt of money.~ ~
258    XXXVI|            devolving upon him, gave Maurice an assurance unusual to
259    XXXVI|             on.”~ ~He believed, and Maurice hoped, that twenty-four
260    XXXVI|           which she had played with Maurice, Martial, and Chanlouineau?~ ~
261    XXXVI|             she burst into tears.~ ~Maurice anxiously approached her.~ ~“
262    XXXVI|         could marry none other than Maurice d’Escorval.~ ~“But the conspiracy
263    XXXVI|         survive its defeat. And if~ Maurice and your brother should
264    XXXVI|        meaning only too well.~ ~“If Maurice is not killed, and I shall
265    XXXVI|     Marie-Anne.~ ~“Chanlouineau.”~ ~Maurice also read twice, before
266    XXXVI|             with this obscure hero, Maurice felt himself insignificant,
267    XXXVI|          jealous of the dead!~ ~But Maurice took good care to conceal
268    XXXVI|         still unable to sit up; and Maurice was forced to relinquish
269    XXXVI|     visiting the sick-room, he drew Maurice aside.~ ~“Is this young
270    XXXVI|             this name, Dubois, that Maurice felt his face crimson to
271    XXXVI|         Montaignac.”~ ~From crimson Maurice had turned white. He felt
272    XXXVI|            Lacheneur.”~ ~“Ah! sir,” Maurice exclaimed; “have you considered
273    XXXVI|       anxiety.”~ ~“Is it possible?” Maurice exclaimed.~ ~“Yes, if you
274    XXXVI| affirmations was difficult, and yet Maurice doubted still.~ ~“So, sir,”
275    XXXVI|          Monsieur Dubois, again.”~ ~Maurice was intoxicated with joy.
276    XXXVI|             blessed the marriage of Maurice d’Escorval and of Marie-Anne
277    XXXVI|            it was toward Turin that Maurice, Marie-Anne, and Corporal
278    XXXVI|            relaxed her rigor,” said Maurice, one day. “Who knows what
279    XXXVI|        outskirts of a large city.~ ~Maurice having finished his repast
280    XXXVI|            frenzied tones:~ ~“Here! Maurice! Look!”~ ~It was a French
281    XXXVI|          there by some traveller.~ ~Maurice seized it and read:~ ~“Yesterday,
282    XXXVI|          him of being afraid.~ ~But Maurice would not listen.~ ~He shuddered.
283    XXXVI|      remained to be decided. Should Maurice and Marie-Anne make their
284    XXXVI|            She wished to do so, but Maurice entreated her, with tears
285    XXXVI|           Father Poignot’s house.~ ~Maurice and Corporal Bavois were
286   XXXVII|          the baron’s terrible fall, Maurice announced that the cord
287   XXXVII|            word was for his son.~ ~“Maurice?” he asked.~ ~“Is in safety,”
288   XXXVII|              Ah! Monsieur, Monsieur Maurice, Mademoiselle Lacheneur
289   XXXVII|            here?”~ ~Then turning to Maurice:~ ~“Is it not enough that
290   XXXVII|            separated from his wife, Maurice wished to confer with her,
291   XXXVII|          was too hasty.~ ~Just when Maurice stood sorely in need of
292   XXXVII|            to rekindle the wrath of Maurice. He forgot everything in
293  XXXVIII|             accept the challenge of Maurice, a miserable outlaw, he
294  XXXVIII|           face of his father-in-law Maurice d’Escorval’s letter.~ ~One
295  XXXVIII|            What answer am I to give Maurice d’Escorval?”~ ~“Nothing!
296  XXXVIII|        replied.~ ~“Why?”~ ~“Because Maurice is pursued. If he is captured,
297  XXXVIII|            right to disclose it.”~ ~Maurice’s safe retreat was, in fact,
298  XXXVIII|             I expect you to give to Maurice, and which cannot fail to
299  XXXVIII|             well, I will give it to Maurice,” he responded, coldly.~ ~“
300  XXXVIII|           are so desirous of seeing Maurice, be at the Reche to-morrow
301  XXXVIII|             reading the letter from Maurice, came back to him.~ ~Now
302  XXXVIII|        besought Jean to lead him to Maurice d’Escorval, it was because
303  XXXVIII|      remembered the rendezvous with Maurice. Why should he not go there?~ ~
304  XXXVIII|            underbrush.~ ~He turned; Maurice, Jean, and Corporal Bavois
305  XXXVIII|            kept you waiting,” began Maurice, “but you will observe that
306  XXXVIII|              interrupted Martial.~ ~Maurice shrugged his shoulders disdainfully.~ ~“
307  XXXVIII|            Martial’s coolness drove Maurice frantic.~ ~“Well,” he replied,
308  XXXVIII|         spoke the truth!” exclaimed Maurice. “The coward came, but the
309       XL|             to the rendezvous which Maurice d’Escorval had appointed?”~ ~“
310       XL|           Martial should fight with Maurice; and he thought it a contemptible
311      XLI|          not been three hours since Maurice, Jean Lacheneur and Bavois
312      XLI|             I cannot understand how Maurice could commit such an act
313      XLI|          spot, and afterward pursue Maurice, Jean and Bavois.~ ~But
314      XLI|            an increase of severity, Maurice’s and Jean Lacheneur’s frightful
315      XLI|         soon heard at the farm that Maurice and the brave corporal had
316      XLI|            the promise she had made Maurice, she had said nothing of
317      XLI|          all chance of hearing from Maurice, which was the only hope
318      XLI|            awakened the jealousy of Maurice.~ ~But she had neither the
319      XLI|          could she have had news of Maurice. What had become of him?
320     XLII|         with another of her lovers, Maurice d’Escorval.”~ ~“You are
321     XLIV|          Chanlouineau, Martial, and Maurice. The calumny had not moved
322     XLIV|             been for her promise to Maurice, she would unhesitatingly
323     XLIV|               But she had promised; Maurice was her husband, and reason
324     XLIV|          order that neither you nor Maurice d’Escorval can be accused
325     XLIV|         between us. I trust you and Maurice may lead a calm and happy
326     XLIV|            the father of her child, Maurice d’Escorval, had not given
327     XLIV|            ever love any other than Maurice, my husband, the father
328     XLIV|          with her to talk to her of Maurice, and that all the friends
329      XLV|              she hummed an air that Maurice had often sung.~ ~She felt
330     XLVI|          Mme. d’Escorval, the abbe, Maurice, her brother, Chanlouineau,
331     XLVI|            voice; “I am the wife of Maurice d’Escorval. Here is the
332     XLVI|             marriage-certificate of Maurice and Marie-Anne, drawn up
333     XLVI|        suspects it. I have a son by Maurice. Alas! many months have
334     XLVI|             dreaded the shame— then Maurice insisted—I sent my child
335    XLVII|    Sairmeuse.~ ~The recollection of Maurice was the only thing that
336    XLVII|                How can I guess?”~ ~“Maurice d’Escorval and Corporal
337    XLVII|      entered the room together; and Maurice and the old soldier greeted
338    XLVII|           together once more,” said Maurice, gayly, “and we have nothing
339    XLVII|             five months,” continued Maurice, “instead of saying ‘good-night’
340    XLVII|          was right!” he exclaimed. “Maurice, it was Martial de Sairmeuse
341    XLVII|           an instant in the eyes of Maurice; but it vanished almost
342    XLVII|          itself in their faces; and Maurice remarked their agitation.~ ~“
343    XLVII|           He hesitated.~ ~“Courage, Maurice,” murmured the abbe. “Courage!”~ ~
344    XLVII|         abbe were silent.~ ~“Dead!” Maurice repeated—“and no secret
345    XLVII|             night,” replied Jean.~ ~Maurice rose.~ ~“Last night?” said
346    XLVII|      extended toward the corpse.~ ~“Maurice,” said the priest, gently, “
347    XLVII|             bay for a moment, saved Maurice from the dangerous torpor
348    XLVII|            child.”~ ~“Not just now, Maurice; wait a little.”~ ~“Where
349    XLVII|      anguish stole over the face of Maurice, and in a husky voice he
350    XLVII|            when she died,” repeated Maurice, in a sort of frenzy.~ ~
351    XLVII|      Marie-Anne was the mistress of Maurice, and that she had a child
352    XLVII|            chaste looks lie? And he—Maurice—he whom I loved as a brother!
353    XLVII|        teeth in such low tones that Maurice, absorbed in his agony of
354    XLVII|         added, “I will find it, and Maurice shall be punished for his
355    XLVII|           exclaimed.~ ~He sprang to Maurice, and shaking him violently,
356    XLVII|              he is at our mercy!”~ ~Maurice sprang up in a fury of passion,
357    XLVII|           and glance, that Jean and Maurice stood as if turned to stone.~ ~
358    XLVII|          replied the abbe, sadly.~ ~Maurice, forgetting the priest’s
359    XLVII|         infamous wretch!” exclaimed Maurice. “You confess your guilt,
360    XLVII|         Martial was about to attack Maurice.~ ~But no; the Marquis de
361    XLVII|        saving my father!” exclaimed Maurice.~ ~From his place by the
362   XLVIII|       restore Marie-Anne’s child to Maurice d’Escorval.~ ~She paused
363   XLVIII|            had caused the arrest of Maurice at Turin.~ ~But though he
364   XLVIII|           to him. And when Jean and Maurice insulted him, he revenged
365     XLIX|           his son’s account.~ ~Poor Maurice! his heart was broken by
366     XLIX|          resolutions on the part of Maurice greatly diminished the chance
367     XLIX|            the quest was fruitless. Maurice was deeply discouraged.~ ~“
368     XLIX|            that two persons besides Maurice were searching for Marie-Anne’
369     LIII|             who were still alive.~ ~Maurice d’Escorval, who had entered
370     LIII|          who had come to Paris with Maurice, and Martial and herself.~ ~
371     LIII|          seeking the child? One was Maurice d’Escorval, of course, but
372      LIV|            Marie-Anne Lacheneur and Maurice d’Escorval, drawn up by
373       LV|          judge of instruction, when Maurice d’Escorval entered.~ ~They
374       LV|              After the departure of Maurice, Martial attempted to destroy
375       LV|        found M. Segmuller occupying Maurice’s place the next morning,
376       LV|         took M. Segmuller’s note to Maurice d’Escorval.~ ~The next morning
377       LV|         letter is Marie-Anne’s son, Maurice—your son.~ ~I have given
378       LV|          own hands a letter from M. Maurice d’Escorval.~ ~With a bound,
379       LV|           honor to apply to you.~ ~“Maurice d’Escorval.”~ ~For a moment