The Clique of Gold by Émile Gaboriau
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which I will spare you. If you care to look at the papers of that year,
you will find it everywhere. But four years are four centuries in Paris. To say nothing of the many similar stories that have happened since." Daniel said nothing, he only bowed his head sadly. He felt a kind of painful emotion, such as he had never before experienced in his life. "It is not so much the story itself," he said at last, "that overcomes me so completely. What I cannot comprehend is, how this woman could refuse the man whose accomplice she had been the small pittance he required in order to evade justice, and to escape to Belgium." "Nevertheless, that was so," repeated M. de Brevan; and then he added emphatically, "at least, they say so." Daniel did not notice this attempt to become more cautious again. He continued pensively,-- "Is it not very improbable that Miss Brandon should not have been afraid to exasperate the unfortunate man, and to drive him to desperate measures? In his furious rage, he might have left the house, rushed to a police-officer, and confessed to him every thing, laying the evidence he had in his hands before a magistrate, and"-- "You say," replied Brevan, interrupting him with a dry, sardonic laugh, "precisely what all the advocates of the fair American said at that time. But I tell you, that her peculiarity is exactly the daring with which she ventures upon the most dangerous steps. She does not pretend to avoid difficulties; she crushes them. Her prudence consists in carrying imprudence to the farthest limits." |
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