ed。 The Republic！〃 she cried in a voice the strange intonations of which horrified Hulot。 〃Is he to die for bearing arms against the nation？ Shall I suffer France to rob me of my vengeance？ Ah！ what a little thing is life！ death can expiate but one crime。 He has but one head to fall； but I will make him know in one night that he loses more than life。 Commandant； you who will kill him；〃 and she sighed； 〃see that nothing betrays my betrayal； he must die convinced of my fidelity。 I ask that of you。 Let him know only meme； and my caresses！〃
She stopped； but through the crimson of her cheeks Hulot and Corentin saw that rage and delirium had not entirely smothered all sense of shame。 Marie shuddered violently as she said the words； she seemed to listen to them as though she doubted whether she herself had said them； and she made the involuntary movement of a woman whose veil is falling from her。
〃But you had him in your power；〃 said Corentin。
〃Very likely。〃
〃Why did you stop me when I had him？〃 asked Hulot。
〃I did not know what he would prove to be；〃 she cried。 Then； suddenly； the excited woman； who was walking up and down with hurried steps and casting savage glances at the spectators of the storm； calmed down。 〃I do not know myself；〃 she said； in a man's tone。 〃Why talk？ I must go and find him。〃
〃Go and find him？〃 said Hulot。 〃My dear woman； take care； we are not yet masters of this part of the country； if you venture outside of the town you will be taken or killed before you've gone a hundred yards。〃
〃There's never any danger for those who seek vengeance；〃 she said； driving from her presence with a disdainful gesture the two men whom she was ashamed to face。
〃What a woman！〃 cried Hulot as he walked away with Corentin。 〃A queer idea of those police fellows in Paris to send her here； but she'll never deliver him up to us；〃 he added； shaking his head。
〃Oh yes； she will；〃 replied Corentin。
〃Don't you see she loves him？〃 said Hulot。
〃That's just why she will。 Besides；〃 looking at the amazed commandant； 〃I am here to see that she doesn't commit any folly。 In my opinion； comrade； there is no love in the world worth the three hundred thousand francs she'll make out of this。〃
When the police diplomatist left the soldier the latter stood looking after him； and as the sound of the man's steps died away he gave a sigh； muttering to himself； 〃It may be a good thing after all to be such a dullard as I am。 God's thunder！ if I meet the Gars I'll fight him hand to hand； or my name's not Hulot； for if that fox brings him before me in any of their new…fangled councils of war； my honor will be as soiled as the shirt of a young trooper who is under fire for the first time。〃
The massacre at La Vivetiere； and the desire to avenge his friends had led Hulot to accept a reinstatement in his late command； in fact； the new minister； Berthier； had refused to accept his resignation under existing circumstances。 To the official despatch was added a private letter； in which； without explaining the mission of Mademoiselle de Verneuil； the minister informed him that the affair was entirely outside of the war； and not to interfere with any military operations。 The duty of the commanders； he said； was limited to giving assistance to that honorable /citoyenne/； if occasion arose。 Learning from his scouts that the movements of the Chouans all tended towards a concentration of their forces in the neighborhood of Fougeres； Hulot secretly and with forced marches brought two battalions of his brigade into the town。 The nation's danger； his hatred of aristocracy； whose partisans threatened to convulse so large a section of country； his desire to avenge his murdered friends； revived in the old veteran the fire of his youth。
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〃So this is the life I craved；〃 exclaimed Mademoiselle de Verneuil； when she was left alone with Francine。 〃No matter how fast the hours go； they are to me like centuries of thought。〃
Suddenly she took Francine's hand； and her voice； soft as that of the first red…throat singing after a storm； slowly gave sound to the following words：
〃Try as I will to forget them； I see those two delicious lips； that chin just raised； those eyes of fire； I hear the 'Hue！' of the postilion； I dream； I dream；why then such hatred on awakening！〃
She drew a long sigh； rose； and then for the first time looked out upon the country delivered over to civil war by the cruel leader whom she was plotting to destroy。 Attracted by the scene she wandered out to breathe at her ease beneath the sky； and though her steps conducted her at a venture； she was surely led to the Promenade of the town by one of those occult impulses of the soul which lead us to follow hope irrationally。 Thoughts conceived under the dominion of that spell are often realized； but we then attribute their pre…vision to a power we call presentiment；an inexplicable power； but a real one；which our passions find accommodating； like a flatterer who； among his many lies； does sometimes tell the truth。
III
A DAY WITHOUT A MORROW
The preceding events of this history having been greatly influenced by the formation of the regions in which they happened； it is desirable to give a minute description of them； without which the closing scenes might be difficult of comprehension。
The town of Fougeres is partly built upon a slate rock； which seems to have slipped from the mountains that hem in the broad valley of Couesnon to the west and take various names according to their localities。 The town is separated from the mountains by a gorge； through which flows a small river called the Nancon。 To the east； the view is the same as from the summit of La Pelerine； to the west； the town looks down into the tortuous valley of the Nancon； but there is a spot from which a section of the great valley and the picturesque windings of the gorge can be seen at the same time。 This place； chosen by the inhabitants of the town for their Promenade； and to which the steps of Mademoiselle de Verneuil were now turned； was destined to be the theatre on which the drama begun at La Vivetiere was to end。 Therefore； however picturesque the other parts of Fougeres may be； attention must be particularly given to the scenery which meets the eye from this terrace。
To give an idea of the rock on which Fougeres stands； as seen on this side； we may compare it to one of those immense towers circled by Saracen architects with balconies on each story； which were reached by spiral stairways。 To add to this effect； the rock is capped by a Gothic church； the small spires； clock…tower； and buttresses of which make its shape almost precisely that of a sugar…loaf。 Before the portal of this church； which is dedicated to Saint…Leonard； is a small； irregular square； where the soil is held up by a buttressed wall； which forms a balustrade and communicates by a flight of steps with the Promenade。 This public walk； like a second cornice； extends round the rock a few rods below the square of Saint…Leonard； it is a broad piece of ground planted with trees； and it joins the fortifications of the town。 About ten rods below the walls and rocks which support this Promenade （due to a happy combination of indestructible slate and patient industry） another circular road exists； called the 〃Queen's Staircase〃； this is cut in the rock itself and leads to a bridge built across the Nancon by Anne of Brittany。 Below this road； which forms a third cornice； gardens descend； terrace after terrace； to the river； like shelves covered with flowers。
Parallel with the Promenade； on the other side of the Nancon and across its narrow valley； high rock…formations； called the heights of Saint…Sulpice； follow the stream and descend in gentle slopes to the great valley； where they turn abruptly to the north。 Towards the south； where the town itself really ends and the faubourg Saint… Leonard begins； the Fougeres rock makes a bend； becomes less steep； and turns into the great valley； following the course of the river； which it hems in between itself and the heights of Saint…Sulpice； forming a sort of pass through which the water escapes in two streamlets to the Couesnon； into which they fall。 This pretty group of rocky hills is called the 〃Nid…aux…Crocs〃； the little vale they surround is the 〃Val de Gibarry；〃 the rich pastures of which supply the butter known to epicures as that of the 〃Pree…Valaye。〃
At the point where the Promenade joins the fortifications is a tower called the 〃Tour de Papegaut。〃 Close to this square erection； against the side of which the house now occupied by Mademoiselle de Verneuil rested； is a wall； partly built by hands and partly formed of the native rock where it offered a smooth surface。 Here stands a gateway leading to the faubourg of Saint…Sulpice and bearing the same name。 Above； on a breastwork of granite which commands the three valleys； rise the battlements and feudal towers of the ancient castle of Fougeres；one of those enormous erections built by the Dukes of Brittany； with lofty walls fifteen feet thick； protected on the east by a pond from which flows the Nancon； the waters of which fill its moats； and on the west by the inaccessible granite rock on which it stands。
Seen from the Promenade； thi