The Honor of the Name by Émile Gaboriau
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This was said in the most provoking manner, and yet Martial never so much as frowned. He had sworn that he would remain calm, and he had strength enough to keep his word. "If these relations--as God forbid--have been broken off," he replied, "believe me, Monsieur d'Escorval, it is no fault of ours." "Then it is not as people say?" "What people? Who?" "The people here in the neighborhood." "Ah! And what do these people say?" "The truth. That you have been guilty of an offence which a man of honor could never forgive nor forget." The young marquis shook his head gravely. "You are quick to condemn, sir," he said, coldly. "Permit me to hope that Monsieur Lacheneur will be less severe than yourself; and that his resentment--just, I confess, will vanish before"--he hesitated--"before a truthful explanation." Such an expression from the lips of this haughty young aristocrat! Was it possible? Martial profited by the effect he had produced to advance toward |
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