On the other hand, you have taken six
to my knowledge, M. de Berault. You have lived the life of a
bully, a common bravo, a gamester. You, a man of family! For
shame! Do you wonder that it has brought you to this! Yet on
that one point I am willing to hear more,' he added abruptly.
'I might save your Eminence's life again,' I cried. It was a
sudden inspiration.
'You know something?' he said quickly, fixing me with his eyes.
'But no,' he continued, shaking his head gently. 'Pshaw! The
trick is old. I have better spies than you, M. de Berault.'
'But no better sword,' I cried hoarsely. 'No, not in all your
guard!'
'That is true,' he said slowly. 'That is true.'
To my surprise, he spoke in a tone of consideration; and he
looked down at the floor. 'Let me think, my friend,' he
continued.
He walked two or three times up and down the room, while I stood
trembling. I confess it, trembling. The man whose pulses danger
has no power to quicken, is seldom proof against suspense; and
the sudden hope his words awakened in me so shook me that his
figure as he trod lightly to and fro with the cat rubbing against
his robe and turning time for time with him, wavered before my
eyes.
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