I’m a soldier, you see. Gosse had come to Blaye, so he had said, feeling it his duty as the
vicomte’s erstwhile secretary to deliver the fateful tidings, bringing with him one
of the servant girls, Yolande, who had also escaped the fury of the mob. Families had seen their lands seized, their
chateaux ransacked or burned, and those unlucky enough to have failed to
anticipate disaster, had been murdered or dragged away to gaol. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her
poised body a species of paralysis. Whoever this might be, the
visit seemed to have some reference to the carpenter, for, shortly afterwards,
Sharples made his appearance, and informed the captives they were free. —'I see how it'll be,'
observed Alsatia, 'everybody'll pay his debts, and only think of such a state of
things as that. \"Thanks for walking me home. If only he had known it,
sympathy was almost entirely with him. ”
“Many other people,” she remarked, “have made the same mistake.
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