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Whenever he had done so, Agatha had firmly grasped both her father's
chair and the Chevalier's hand, as though she feared he was about to
renew his attempts to drag her away, but he did not either touch her or
speak to her. He was probably aware that the sergeant, who sat there
without once closing his eyes through the long hours, had orders to
prevent him from doing so.
The Chevalier had no watch, and could not see how the hours were going,
but it seemed to him as though it were broad day. He thought it must be
five, six, nay seven o'clock; and he could not understand why the lazy
republicans remained so passive and so quiet, nor could he imagine why
Chapeau was so long in coming. The whole affair seemed to him so strange
that he could hardly help fancying that he was dreaming. There sat close
to him his dear friend Agatha, with her eyes wide open, fixed on Denot,
and she had been gazing in this way for hours after hours, without
speaking a word. There was the Marquis close to her, equally silent, but
also wide awake, though his eyes were closed.


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