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Рафаэль Сабатини. The Trampling of the Lilies
The Trampling of the Lilies
Table of Contents
PART I. THE OLD RULE
CHAPTER I. MONSIEUR THE SECRETARY
CHAPTER II. LORDS OF LIFE AND DEATH
CHAPTER III. THE WORD OF BELLECOUR
CHAPTER IV. THE DISCIPLES OF ROUSSEAU
PART II. THE NEW RULE
CHAPTER V. THE SHEEP TURNED WOLVES
CHAPTER VI. THE CITIZEN COMMISSIONER
CHAPTER VII. LA BOULAYE DISCHARGES A DEBT
CHAPTER VIII. THE INVALIDS AT BOISVERT
CHAPTER IX. THE CAPTIVES
CHAPTER X. THE BAISER LAMOURETTE
CHAPTER XI. THE ESCAPE
CHAPTER XII. THE AWAKENING
CHAPTER XIII. THE ROAD TO LIEGE
CHAPTER XIV. THE COURIER
CHAPTER XV. LA BOULAYE BAITS HIS HOOK
PART III. THE EVERLASTING RULE
CHAPTER XVI. CECILE DESHAIX
CHAPTER XVII. LA BOULAYE'S PROMISE
CHAPTER XVIII. THE INCORRUPTIBLE
CHAPTER XIX. THE THEFT
CHAPTER XX. THE GRATITUDE OF OMBREVAL
CHAPTER XXI. THE ARREST
CHAPTER XXII. THE TRIBUNAL
CHAPTER XXIII. THE CONCIERGERIE
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Rafael Sabatini
Published by Good Press, 2019
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At sight of him La Boulaye remembered that it was Charlot's wedding-day. Popular amongst the women by virtue of his comeliness, and respected by the men by virtue of his strength, Charlot Tardivet was a general favourite of the countryside, and here, in the room of old Duhamel, the schoolmaster, was half the village gathered to do him honour upon his wedding morn. It was like Duhamel, who, in fatherliness towards the villagers, went near out-rivalling M. le Cure, to throw open his house for the assembling of Charlot's friends, and La Boulaye was touched by this fresh sign of kindliness from a man whose good heart he had not lacked occasion to observe and appreciate. But it came to the secretary that there was no place for him in this happy assemblage. His advent would, probably, but serve to cast a gloom upon them, considering the conditions under which he came, with the signs of violence upon his face to remind them of the lords of life and death who dwelt at the Chateau up yonder. And such a reminder must fall upon them as does the reminder of some overhanging evil clutch suddenly at our hearts in happy moments of forgetfulness. To let them be happy that day, to leave their feasts free of a death's head, La Boulaye would have withdrawn had he not already been too late. Duhamel had espied him, and the little, wizened old man came hurrying forward, his horn-rimmed spectacles perched on the very end of his nose, his keen little eyes beaming with delight and welcome.
“Ah, Caron, you are very choicely come,” he cried, holding out both hands to La Boulaye. “You shall embrace our happy Hercules yonder, and wish him joy of the wedded life he has the audacity to exploit.” Then, as he espied the crimson ridge across the secretary's countenance, “Mon Dieu!” he exclaimed, “what have you done to yourself, Caron?”
