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"There you are again, friend," said Santerre, "I know you'll get your
neck into danger. Have I not told you that the Republic knows nothing
of Marquises?"
"I only called him by the name he goes by, as you'd call a man Peter,
if his name were Peter. I didn't mean to say he was a Marquis," said
Denot, excusing himself.
"But you mustn't say so at all, unless you speak of him as a criminal,
as you would speak of a perjurer, or a parricide. But as to this foolish
old man; is he not doting? If I thought that, I might perhaps he excused
in sparing him."
"Doting!" said Denot; "not at all; he has all his faculties as much as
you or I."
Santerre gave a look of disgust at the wretch, who would not even follow
his hint by giving such an account as might spare the life of the old
man, who had been his host, his guardian, and his friend. He said
nothing further, however, but trotted on quickly, till the cherry groves
of Durbelliere were in sight, and then he halted to give his final
orders to his men, and make arrangements that the house should be
surrounded.


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