the chouans-第45章
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if he feared to have been betrayed by some frightened servant； for； though he trusted his secrets to no one； his habits gave plenty of ground for logical deductions。 Pille…Miche turned several times sharply to look at his victim； as children do when they try to guess； by the conscious expression of the comrade who has hidden an article； whether they are nearer to or farther away from it。 D'Orgemont pretended to be alarmed when the Chouan tapped the ovens； which sounded hollow； and seemed to wish to play upon his eager credulity。 Just then three other Chouans rushed down the steps and entered the kitchen。 Seeing Marche…a…Terre among them Pille…Miche discontinued his search； after casting upon d'Orgemont a look that conveyed the wrath of his balked covetousness。
〃Marie Lambrequin has come to life！〃 cried Marche…a…Terre； proclaiming by his manner that all other interests were of no account beside this great piece of news。
〃I'm not surprised；〃 said Pille…Miche； 〃he took the sacrament so often； the good God belonged to him。〃
〃Ha！ ha！〃 observed Mene…a…Bien； 〃that didn't stand him in anything at his death。 He hadn't received absolution before the affair at La Pelerine。 He had cheapened Goguelu's daughter； and was living in mortal sin。 The Abbe Gudin said he'd have to roam round two months as a ghost before he could come to life。 We saw him pass us；he was pale； he was cold； he was thin； he smelt of the cemetery。〃
〃And his Reverence says that if a ghost gets hold of a living man he can force him to be his companion；〃 said the fourth Chouan。
The grotesque appearance of this last speaker drew Marche…a…Terre from the pious reflections he had been making on the accomplishment of this miracle of coming to life which； according to the Abbe Gudin would happen to every true defender of religion and the king。
〃You see； Galope…Chopine；〃 he said to the fourth man gravely； 〃what comes of omitting even the smallest duty commanded by our holy religion。 It is a warning to us； given by Saint Anne of Auray； to be rigorous with ourselves for the slightest sin。 Your cousin Pille…Miche has asked the Gars to give you the surveillance of Fougeres； and the Gars consents； and you'll be well paidbut you know with what flour we bake a traitor's bread。〃
〃Yes； Monsieur Marche…a…Terre。〃
〃And you know why I tell you that。 Some say you like cider and gambling； but you can't play heads or tails now； remember； you must belong to us only； or〃
〃By your leave； Monsieur Marche…a…Terre； cider and stakes are two good things which don't hinder a man's salvation。〃
〃If my cousin commits any folly；〃 said Pille…Miche； 〃it will be out of ignorance。〃
〃In any way he commits it； if harm comes；〃 said Marche…a…Terre； in a voice which made the arched roof tremble； 〃my gun won't miss him。 You will answer for him to me；〃 he added； turning to Pille…Miche； 〃for if he does wrong I shall take it out on the thing that fills your goatskin。〃
〃But； Monsieur Marche…a…Terre； with all due respect；〃 said Galope… Chopine； 〃haven't you sometimes taken a counterfeit Chouan for a real one。〃
〃My friend；〃 said Marche…a…Terre in a curt tone； 〃don't let that happen in your case； or I'll cut you in two like a turnip。 As to the emissaries of the Gars； they all carry his glove； but since that affair at La Vivetiere the Grande Garce has added a green ribbon to it。〃
Pille Miche nudged his comrade by the elbow and showed him d'Orgemont； who was pretending to be asleep； but Pille…Miche and Marche…a…Terre both knew by experience that no one ever slept by the corner of their fire； and though the last words said to Galope…Chopine were almost whispered； they must have been heard by the victim； and the four Chouans looked at him fixedly； thinking perhaps that fear had deprived him of his senses。
Suddenly； at a slight sign from Marche…a…Terre； Pille…Miche pulled off d'Orgemont's shoes and stockings； Mene…a…Bien and Galope…Chopine seized him round the body and carried him to the fire。 Then Marche…a… Terre took one of the thongs that tied the fagots and fastened the miser's feet to the crane。 These actions and the horrible celerity with which they were done brought cries from the victim； which became heart…rending when Pille…Miche gathered the burning sticks under his legs。
〃My friends； my good friends；〃 screamed d'Orgemont； 〃you hurt me； you kill me！ I'm a Christian like you。〃
〃You lie in your throat！〃 replied Marche…a…Terre。 〃Your brother denied God； and as for you； you bought the abbey of Juvigny。 The Abbe Gudin says we can roast apostates when we find them。〃
〃But； my brothers in God； I don't refuse to pay。〃
〃We gave you two weeks； and it is now two months； and Galope…Chopine here hasn't received the money。〃
〃Haven't you received any of it； Galope…Chopine？〃 asked the miser； in despair。
〃None of it； Monsieur d'Orgemont；〃 replied Galope…Chopine； frightened。
The cries； which had sunk into groans； continuous as the rattle in a dying throat； now began again with dreadful violence。 Accustomed to such scenes； the four Chouans looked at d'Orgemont； who was twisting and howling； so coolly that they seemed like travellers watching before an inn fire till the roast meat was done enough to eat。
〃I'm dying； I'm dying！〃 cried the victim； 〃and you won't get my money。〃
In spite of these agonizing cries； Pille…Miche saw that the fire did not yet scorch the skin； he drew the sticks cleverly together so as to make a slight flame。 On this d'Orgemont called out in a quavering voice： 〃My friends； unbind me！ How much do you want？ A hundred crowns a thousand crownsten thousand crownsa hundred thousand crownsI offer you two hundred thousand crowns！〃
The voice became so lamentable that Mademoiselle de Verneuil forgot her own danger and uttered an exclamation。
〃Who spoke？〃 asked Marche…a…Terre。
The Chouans looked about them with terrified eyes。 These men； so brave in fight； were unable to face a ghost。 Pille…Miche alone continued to listen to the promises which the flames were now extracting from his victim。
〃Five hundred thousand crownsyes； I'll give them；〃 cried the victim。
〃Well； where are they？〃 answered Pille…Miche； tranquilly。
〃Under the first apple…treeHoly Virgin！ at the bottom of the garden to the leftyou are brigandsthieves！ Ah！ I'm dyingthere's ten thousand francs〃
〃Francs！ we don't want francs；〃 said Marche…a…Terre； 〃those Republican coins have pagan figures which oughtn't to pass。〃
〃They are not francs； they are good louis d'or。 But oh！ undo me； unbind me！ I've told you where my life ismy money。〃
The four Chouans looked at each other as if thinking which of their number they could trust sufficiently to disinter the money。
The cannibal cruelty of the scene so horrified Mademoiselle de Verneuil that she could bear it no longer。 Though doubtful whether the role of ghost； which her pale face and the Chouan superstitions evidently assigned to her； would carry her safely through the danger； she called out； courageously； 〃Do you not fear God's anger？ Unbind him； brutes！〃
The Chouans raised their heads and saw in the air above them two eyes which shone like stars； and they fled； terrified。 Mademoiselle de Verneuil sprang into the kitchen； ran to d'Orgemont； and pulled him so violently from the crane that the thong broke。 Then with the blade of her dagger she cut the cords which bound him。 When the miser was free and on his feet； the first expression of his face was a painful but sardonic grin。
〃Apple…tree！ yes； go to the apple…tree； you brigands；〃 he said。 〃Ho； ho！ this is the second time I've fooled them。 They won't get a third chance at me。〃
So saying； he caught Mademoiselle de Verneuil's hand； drew her under the mantel…shelf to the back of the hearth in a way to avoid disturbing the fire； which covered only a small part of it； then he touched a spring； the iron back was lifted； and when their enemies returned to the kitchen the heavy door of the hiding…place had already fallen noiselessly。 Mademoiselle de Verneuil then understood the carp… like movements she had seen the miser making。
〃The ghost has taken the Blue with him；〃 cried the voice of Marche…a… Terre。
The fright of the Chouans must have been great； for the words were foll
