Within an Inch of His Life by Émile Gaboriau
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"And still I have been her lover," he said.
"When? How? The countess lived at Valpinson: you lived in Paris." "Yes; but every year the countess came and spent the month of September in Paris; and I came occasionally to Boiscoran." "It is very singular that such an intrigue should never have been suspected even." "We managed to take our precautions." "And no one ever suspected any thing?" "No one." But Jacques was at last becoming impatient at the attitude assumed by M. Magloire. He forgot that he had foreseen all the suspicions to which he found now he was exposed. "Why do you ask all these questions?" he said. "You do not believe me. Well, be it so! Let me at least try to convince you. Will you listen to me?" M. Magloire drew up a chair, and sitting down, not as usually, but across the chair, and resting his arms on the back, he said,-- "I listen." Jacques de Boiscoran, who had been almost livid, became crimson with |
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