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Trollope, Anthony, 1815-1882

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He found
his present a much more difficult task. Indeed, after sitting still for
some few minutes in that easy chair, meditating what he would do next,
he found that the work which he had undertaken was one which he
literally could not go through with.
"Is the old gentleman there?" said he; and as he asked, the Marquis,
with his eyes closed, and his hands crossed on his breast, was wheeled
into the room. Agatha was seated, or rather was crouching, on a sofa in
the corner, for Adolphe Denot was standing over her uttering threats and
words of love alternately, the latter of which, however, sounded by far
the most horrible in poor Agatha's ears.
"Give me a pen and paper," said Santerre, and having got them, he
continued writing for a minute or two. "Now, my old friend," said he,
addressing the Marquis, "I am given to understand that you yourself,
personally, have never lent a hand to this iniquitous revolt. Is it so?"
"I am too old and too infirm to carry a sword," said the Marquis, "but
what little I could do for my King, I--.


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