Brother Jacques (Novels of Paul de Kock, Volume XVII)Kock, Paul de
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Brother Jacques (Novels of Paul de Kock, Volume XVII)
Kock, Paul de
Brothers -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English; Paris (France) -- Fiction
“Pardoned! oh, no! we needn’t expect that. Besides, you jackass, you
made our affair so clear, that unless they are blind, they can’t help
convicting us. Ah! if you had been another kind of man; if you had
simply recited your lesson, we would have mixed the whole thing up so
that they wouldn’t have seen anything but smoke; but you chatter like a
magpie.”
“Do you forget that it was your fault that I was arrested? It was you
who put those officers on the track.”
“Oh! my boy, that’s different; I was drunk, like a good fellow; I drank
for you too, and in wine, as the proverb says,--_in vino_--the
truth.--But after all, that isn’t what I wanted to talk about: our
friend Dufresne is luckier than we are.”
“Have they given him his liberty?”
“Oh, no! but he has taken it. In other words, he has escaped from prison
with two other prisoners. Bless my soul! my son, what a fellow that
Dufresne is! He is a solid rascal, I tell you, and not soft like you. I
will bet that he would set the prison on fire rather than stay there.
When a man is like that, he don’t lack friends. Dufresne found
acquaintances there; he has escaped, and he has done well; for they say
that he is certain to be sentenced to death.”
“To death! Why, what has he done?”
“What has he done? Well, well! that’s a good one, that is. Have you just
come out of a rat-hole? Do you mean to say that you don’t know why they
pinched him?”
“I thought it was on account of that miserable note,--for the same
reason that they took us.”
“Oh, no! it’s something better than that. But I do remember now, that
fright acted on you like wine; you didn’t know what was going on. Let me
tell you that Dufresne is accused of poisoning a certain Madame Dolban,
with whom he used to live.”
“Great God! the monster!”
“It seems that his case is serious; he will be sentenced to death in
default; but you understand that he won’t return to these diggings, to
be caught. We shan’t see him again; I am sorry for that, for he is a
smart fellow; it’s a pity that he went too far.”
“And we?”
“We are to be transferred to the Conciergerie before long, to be tried.
That’s the place, my man, where you will need firmness and eloquence. If
you weep there as you do here, it’s all over; we shall take a sea voyage
in the service of the government.”
“You villain! is it possible?”
“Hush, they’re listening to us; enough said.”
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