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  1      III|         vessel.~ ~He was known as the Abbe Midon.~ ~At the sight of
  2      III|        astonishment.~ ~“Upon my word, Abbe!” he said, with the impertinent
  3      III|            suffices for you, Monsieur Abbe, will suffice for us. And
  4      III|              friends, the next day.~ ~Abbe Midon was not hungry, though
  5      III|                  It was thus that the abbe, with rare sagacity, read
  6       IV|                   Who is this person, Abbe?” demanded the duke, lightly.~ ~“
  7        V|           himself at the house of the Abbe Midon, they were seated
  8      VII|               cure,” he was saying to Abbe Midon. “How could you declare
  9      VII|             and in your own heart.”~ ~Abbe Midon was silent. What could
 10       XI|           evening at the house of the abbe.”~ ~This was said in the
 11       XV|               until nearly morning.~ ~Abbe Midon had never frequented
 12       XV|           Escorval, above all others, Abbe Midon would make haste.
 13       XV|             really very critical; the abbe perceived this at a glance,
 14      XVI|              I said only yesterday to Abbe Midon. If you are my friend,
 15      XVI|          despair.~ ~“Ah! you are like Abbe Midon,” he said, sadly; “
 16    XVIII| extraordinarily rapid, as to astonish Abbe Midon, who had taken the
 17    XVIII|          second week of September the abbe declared that Maurice might
 18      XIX|            another repulse, he begged Abbe Midon to accompany him.~ ~
 19       XX|              movement?”~ ~“Lacheneur, Abbe Midon, Chanlouineau, Baron
 20      XXI|               horse by the bridle.~ ~“Abbe Midon!” exclaimed Lacheneur,
 21      XXI|            Marie-Anne!” exclaimed the abbe and the baron in the same
 22      XXI|                A single hope remains, Abbe!” he cried.~ ~“Alas!” murmured
 23      XXI|          return to their homes. Come, Abbe; come quickly!”~ ~And they
 24     XXII|        Lacheneur was overwhelmed; the abbe’s gloomy prophecy again
 25     XXII|        alighted; Baron d’Escorval and Abbe Midon.~ ~They were in advance
 26     XXII|        emotion, M. d’Escorval and the abbe followed the rebels, imploring
 27     XXII|                 M. d’Escorval and the abbe alone foresee the catastrophe.~ ~
 28    XXIII|         brought M. d’Escorval and the abbe.~ ~At last M. Lacheneur
 29    XXIII|              the little crowd was the abbe, gloomy and despondent.
 30    XXIII|               the carriage guarded by Abbe Midon.~ ~“Get in,” he said,
 31     XXIV|           warning her, he went to beg Abbe Midon to follow him to the
 32     XXIV|              departed in company with Abbe Midon. They had harnessed
 33     XXIV|              his footing, and fall.~ ~Abbe Midon and Maurice had already
 34     XXIV|              his precious burden. The abbe perceived it, and at a sign
 35     XXIV|              dead!”~ ~In spite of the abbe’s quickness of perception,
 36     XXIV|              no danger,” declared the abbe, after he had examined Marie-Anne. “
 37     XXIV|            woman. “I am brave!”~ ~The abbe led her to a large arm-chair,
 38     XXIV|             to ask some question, but Abbe Midon commanded silence
 39     XXIV|            confession of Maurice, the abbe understood at once the extent
 40     XXIV|              act without delay.~ ~The abbe was a brave man. He darted
 41     XXIV|             office.~ ~Maurice and the abbe remained alone in the drawing-room,
 42     XXIV|                   Where is he?”~ ~The abbe, who, until now, had remained
 43     XXIV|               warning glance from the abbe made him restrain his wrath.~ ~
 44     XXIV|         repeated the lesson which the abbe had given them.~ ~The captain
 45     XXIV|            addressing Maurice and the abbe, “I, Bavois, corporal of
 46     XXIV|           moments later, Maurice, the abbe, and Mme. d’Escorval were
 47      XXV|             reached the door when the abbe stopped him.~ ~“You must
 48      XXV|            said Mme. d’Escorval; “the abbe knows much better than we
 49      XXV|        stamping in the courtyard. The abbe cried: “Come, let us start.”
 50      XXV|              and Maurice could act.~ ~Abbe Midon’s plan, which he explained
 51      XXV|              Maurice saw how wise the abbe had been in preventing him
 52      XXV|              the Grand Rue before the abbe and Maurice had remarked
 53      XXV|           nudge of the elbow from the abbe checked him.~ ~The abbe
 54      XXV|               abbe checked him.~ ~The abbe drew his attention to the
 55      XXV|            the interest of it.”~ ~The abbe and Maurice shuddered as
 56      XXV|            necessity of bowing.~ ~The abbe and Maurice found an explanation
 57      XXV|               invited Maurice and the abbe to take some refreshments
 58      XXV|               capture.~ ~From him the abbe and Maurice received their
 59      XXV|            swallowing it——”~ ~But the abbe and Maurice had not time
 60      XXV|              struggling throng.~ ~The abbe, hoping that his priestly
 61      XXV|        through space?” he said to the abbe; “is it life or is it death?”~ ~
 62     XXVI|              in despair, and even the abbe disheartened. Since Maurice
 63     XXVI|                 That which filled the abbe’s heart with dismay was
 64     XXVI|           prepare any defence?”~ ~The abbe was silent. This exceeded
 65     XXVI|          efforts anew had come.~ ~The abbe announced that he was going
 66     XXVI|              functions?” inquired the abbe.~ ~“To-day,” replied the
 67     XXVI|                perhaps sooner!”~ ~The abbe understood what M. Laugeron
 68    XXVII|          entering it, Maurice and the abbe felt a cold chill strike
 69    XXVII|               precaution, alas!~ ~The abbe and Maurice had expected
 70    XXVII|               he had to lean upon the abbe for support. But while the
 71    XXVII|             at bay while Maurice, the abbe, and Marie-Anne were entering
 72    XXVII|             and stupefied Maurice and Abbe Midon.~ ~The examination
 73    XXVII|             they were thinking.~ ~The abbe leaned over and whispered
 74    XXVII|               glance he cast upon the abbe, the latter could read:~ ~“
 75    XXVII|           injustice, and this man was Abbe Midon, who, only a moment
 76    XXVII|               the truth,” resumed the abbe, “I am a perjured witness,
 77    XXVII|        resistance avail? Nothing. The abbe, with a face whiter than
 78    XXVII|          condemned.~ ~Maurice and the abbe were prostrated with grief;
 79    XXVII|              de Sairmeuse’s face, the abbe knew that this wicked judge
 80    XXVII|                   But fortunately the abbe had the presence of mind
 81    XXVII|           guilt?”~ ~Once outside, the abbe confided Maurice to the
 82   XXVIII|                  CHAPTER XXVIII~ ~The abbe had been right in feeling
 83   XXVIII|              before four o’clock, the abbe came in, followed by the
 84   XXVIII|               lawyer whispered to the abbe, “she does not know that
 85   XXVIII|           moaning in his cell?”~ ~The abbe shook his head.~ ~“No,”
 86   XXVIII|               means of salvation? The abbe almost began to believe
 87   XXVIII|            hour has passed,” said the abbe. “I promise that——”~ ~“That
 88     XXIX|           white-haired peasant.~ ~The abbe called her attention to
 89     XXIX|            Let us hope now,” said the abbe, “that we shall soon hear
 90     XXIX|              by them?”~ ~Maurice, the abbe, and the officers surrounded
 91     XXIX|               matter; Maurice and the abbe had proved that only too
 92      XXX|          Maurice led from the hall by Abbe Midon and the friendly officers,
 93      XXX|          reassured. He had recognized Abbe Midon’s handwriting.~ ~“
 94      XXX|       Marie-Anne Lacheneur gave it to Abbe Midon, who came to me and
 95      XXX|             escape, I assure you. The abbe procured all that was necessary;
 96      XXX|          letter now in my pocket. The abbe gave it to me in exchange
 97      XXX|         proved that he considered the abbe an egregious fool.~ ~“What!”
 98      XXX|               precipitous rock.~ ~The abbe, who understood this, had
 99      XXX|              and Maurice, Marie-Anne, Abbe Midon, and the four retired
100    XXXII|             most implicit confidence— Abbe Midon.~ ~“Martial will be
101    XXXII|            ordered the arrest both of Abbe Midon—the Cure of Sairmeuse,
102    XXXII|              of the cliff? or had the abbe measured the rope incorrectly?~ ~
103   XXXIII|          Escorval and Marie-Anne, the abbe and Maurice, and the four
104    XXXIV|               taken the place of poor Abbe Midon.~ ~At the close of
105     XXXV|           beside the unconscious man, Abbe Midon, with admirable dexterity,
106     XXXV|                  He said no more. The abbe had done all it was possible
107     XXXV|        poignant anxiety they drew the abbe a little aside.~ ~“Is it
108     XXXV|            recaptured!”~ ~“No.”~ ~The abbe spoke in the tone of a man
109     XXXV|             procession, headed by the abbe, started on its way. They
110     XXXV|               far from the house. The abbe made the party enter it,
111     XXXV|              then, without giving the abbe an opportunity to open his
112     XXXV|             to receive another?~ ~The abbe’s voice trembled as he made
113     XXXV|         priest was speaking. When the abbe had finished:~ ~“Do you
114     XXXV|              for these rebels?”~ ~The abbe dared not answer.~ ~“They
115     XXXV|               a brave man!” cried the abbe.~ ~“I know that very well!
116     XXXV|         installed.~ ~From the window, Abbe Midon and Mme. d’Escorval
117     XXXV|             who lent their aid to the abbe—knew the baron only by name
118    XXXVI|              resumed their journey.~ ~Abbe Midon had counselled them
119   XXXVII|                 CHAPTER XXXVII~ ~When Abbe Midon and Martial de Sairmeuse
120   XXXVII|               the baron,” replied the abbe, “and your letter shall
121   XXXVII|       inflexible determination.~ ~The abbe could not hesitate. He drew
122   XXXVII|              obtain the ropes.”~ ~The abbe’s sorrow and amazement were
123   XXXVII|          discovered.~ ~That night the abbe hazarded a cruel but indispensable
124   XXXVII|               in safety,” replied the abbe. “He must be on the way
125   XXXVII|              17th of April— while the abbe was reading a newspaper
126   XXXVII|                   In three bounds the abbe descended the narrow staircase.~ ~“
127   XXXVII|             upon the highways.”~ ~The abbe deliberated for a moment,
128   XXXVII|               parting advice; but the abbe did not allow him an opportunity.~ ~“
129   XXXVII|                 Farewell!”~ ~The good abbe was too hasty.~ ~Just when
130      XLI|           frontier that same night.~ ~Abbe Midon had decided to say
131      XLI|            baron fell asleep, and the abbe and Mme. d’Escorval went
132      XLI|          inconceivable!” murmured the abbe.~ ~He knew but too well,
133      XLI|           Father Poignot informed the abbe that the Duc de Sairmeuse
134      XLI|             gone to Montaignac.~ ~The abbe’s anxiety on receiving this
135      XLI|            for saving my life?”~ ~The abbe made no response; but his
136      XLI|              after day passed and the abbe’s sinister apprehensions
137      XLI|              the following day.~ ~The abbe attributed this sudden and
138      XLI|           silently down her cheeks.~ ~Abbe Midon, who was greatly disquieted
139      XLI|               was almost exhausted.~ ~Abbe Midon was wondering what
140      XLI|            the greatest care that the abbe dictated to Marie-Anne the
141      XLI|           morning, when he awoke, the abbe received the money.~ ~Now,
142      XLI|          happiness.~ ~Faithful to the abbe’s instructions, she lived
143     XLIV|              it, except, perhaps, the abbe.~ ~Hence, Marie-Anne had
144     XLIV|            not the worthy farmer, but Abbe Midon, who had been greatly
145     XLIV|              s letter by heart.~ ~The abbe made her repeat it twice,
146     XLIV|              you our decision.”~ ~The abbe was awaiting her with feverish
147     XLIV|          never!” she exclaimed.~ ~The abbe did not seem surprised.~ ~“
148     XLIV|           repugnance was not what the abbe supposed. Her reputation!
149     XLIV|               of the interview to the abbe. But he did not perceive
150     XLIV|            the baron’s recovery,” the abbe pursued, “so be prepared
151     XLIV|       arm-chair for the sick man, the abbe’s box of medicine, and a
152      XLV|          Monsieur d’Escorval’s or the abbe’s name mentioned, she might
153     XLVI|           called Mme. d’Escorval, the abbe, Maurice, her brother, Chanlouineau,
154    XLVII|         Escorval’s terrible fall, the abbe was the only one who did
155    XLVII|            Escorval, leaning upon the abbe’s arm, walked about twenty
156    XLVII|               Mme. d’Escorval and the abbe had now overtaken the cart.~ ~“
157    XLVII|         asleep, perhaps,” replied the abbe; “you stay with your horse,
158    XLVII|              the lower rooms, and the abbe was obliged to feel for
159    XLVII|            But this could not be. The abbe conquered his weakness,
160    XLVII|           that he did not observe the abbe’s entrance.~ ~Who was this
161    XLVII|               I came too late!”~ ~The abbe reflected for a moment.~ ~“
162    XLVII|         reason with him,” thought the abbe; then, turning to Jean,
163    XLVII|     resting-places of the dead.~ ~The abbe knelt at the head of the
164    XLVII|          daylight comes,” thought the abbe, “I will look outside.”~ ~
165    XLVII|             communicating door.~ ~The abbe instantly made his appearance,
166    XLVII|         Courtornieu,” interrupted the abbe, with a warning glance at
167    XLVII|              accompany us, Monsieur l’Abbe, and you also, Jean. As
168    XLVII|            produced upon Jean and the abbe was so terrible, that, in
169    XLVII|                Maurice,” murmured the abbe. “Courage!”~ ~The stricken
170    XLVII|             exclaimed.~ ~Jean and the abbe were silent.~ ~“Dead!” Maurice
171    XLVII|             that neither Jean nor the abbe had time to intercept him.~ ~
172    XLVII|        glittered in his dry eyes. The abbe was alarmed.~ ~“If he does
173    XLVII|              of frenzy.~ ~And, as the abbe remained silent, a terrible
174    XLVII|             He is saved!” thought the abbe, whose heart bled at the
175    XLVII|            his attention, and that of Abbe Midon.~ ~They glanced out
176    XLVII|              fury of passion, but the abbe darted to the door and intercepted
177    XLVII|            last evening,” replied the abbe, sadly.~ ~Maurice, forgetting
178    XLVII|          scoundrel?”~ ~Once again the abbe interposed; he threw himself
179    XLVII|   non-complicity rendered in favor of Abbe Midon, and an order from
180    XLVII|             be guilty!” exclaimed the abbe. “You see, Jean, that you
181    XLVII|              place by the window, the abbe saw Martial remount his
182   XLVIII|              at the Borderie, and the abbe was now closeted with the
183     XLIX|        friends. M. d’Escorval and the abbe had exerted all their eloquence
184     XLIX|            the powerful assistance of Abbe Midon, he had confessed
185     XLIX|               all the same,” said the abbe, kindly; “with time and
186     XLIX|            again and again.~ ~But the abbe reassured him.~ ~“I am morally
187     XLIX|              as was his surprise, the abbe succeeded in hiding it.~ ~
188     XLIX|            these persons could be the abbe was unable to ascertain.~ ~“
189     LIII|            the tribunal of the Seine; Abbe Midon, who had come to Paris