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"I came from the cherry wood there," said Arthur. "Maybe you think I
ought not to have run away, and deserted my lady love. Maybe I'm rather
ashamed of my own self, but at any rate when you speak of it, say that
I came back of my own accord. I'm not a bit afraid to die now," and as
he spoke he squeezed Agatha's hand. His heart was full of apprehension,
lest she should suspect for a moment that he had really fled from her
through fear, but Agatha understood well his ready wit, and appreciated
his more than boyish courage.
Santerre now made his arrangements for the night. All the inhabitants
of the chateau were kept under strict surveillance. The Marquis, his
daughter, and the Chevalier were allowed to remain together, and Denot
was prevented from annoying them. At day-break the following morning
Durbelliere was to be burnt, and Santerre, with his prisoners, would
then proceed to join Westerman at Bressuire.
"Let him slaughter them, if he likes," said he to himself, "I don't care
what he says of me.


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