Jean shook him roughly by the shoulder and asked him where theportrait came from, declaring that he, Jean, had not the smallestwish to keep it. The Colonel woke, but his speech was thick andhis memory confused. His mind was full of his underground passages.
He was commander of them all and could not find one. There wassomething in this fact that offended his sense of justice. TheLady Superior of the Nuns1 of Marie-Joseph had refused to betraythe secret of the famous Saint-Lazare tunnel.
"She has refused," declared the old Italian, "out of contumacy--andalso, perhaps, because there is no tunnel. And, since truth mustout, I'm bound to say, if I was not Commandant of the subterraneanpassages of the capital, I should really think there were none."His wits came back little by little.
What question have you come to ask the veteran champion of freedom?""About Bargemont? About that portrait?""I know, I know. I proceeded with a dozen men to his domicileto arrest him, but he had taken to flight, the coward! I carriedout a perquisition in his rooms. In the _salon_ I saw MadameBargemont's portrait and I said: 'That lady looks as sad as MonsieurJean Servien. They are both victims of the infamous3 Bargemont;I will bring them together and they shall console each other.'
Monsieur Servien, oblige me by tasting that cognac; it comesfrom the cellar of your odious4 rival."He poured the brandy into two big glasses and hiccuped5 with alaugh:
"The cognac of an enemy tastes well."Then he fell back on the sofa, muttering:
"The soldier reposing----"His face was crimson6. Jean shrugged7 his shoulders and left theroom. He had hardly opened the door when the old man began howlingin his sleep: "Help! help! they're murdering me."In an instant the _fédérés_ on guard hurled8 themselves upon Jean;he could feel the cold muzzles9 of revolvers at his temples andhear rifles banging off at random10 in the ante-room.
The Colonel was raving11 in the frenzy12 of alcoholic13 delirium14, writhingin horrible convulsions and yelling: "He has killed me! he hasmurdered me!""He has murdered the Colonel," the _fédérés_ took up the cry.
"He has poisoned him. Take him before the court martial15.""Shoot him right away. He's an assassin; the Versaillais havesent him.""Off with him to the lock-up!"Servien's denials and struggles were in vain. Again and againhe protested:
"You can see for yourselves he's drunk and asleep!""Listen to him--he is insulting the sovereign people.""Pitch him in the river!""Swing him on a lamp-post.""Shoot him!"Bundled down the stairs, rifle-butts prodding16 him in the backto help him along, Jean was haled before an officer, who thereand then signed an order of arrest.
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n.(通常指基督教的)修女, (佛教的)尼姑( nun的名词复数 ) | |
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adj.声名狼藉的,臭名昭著的,邪恶的 | |
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枪口( muzzle的名词复数 ); (防止动物咬人的)口套; (四足动物的)鼻口部; (狗)等凸出的鼻子和口 | |
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adj.说胡话的;疯狂的,怒吼的;非常漂亮的;令人醉心[痴心]的v.胡言乱语(rave的现在分词)n.胡话;疯话adv.胡言乱语地;疯狂地 | |
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