Besides, you
must remember that there have been troubles across the frontier at
Montaignac."
From crimson Maurice had turned white. He felt that he was
discovered--that he was in this man's power.
What should he do?
What good would denial do?
He reflected that confession is sometimes the height of prudence, and
that extreme confidence often meets with sympathy and protection; so, in
a voice trembling with anxiety, he said:
"You are not mistaken, Monsieur. My friend and myself both are
fugitives, undoubtedly condemned to death in France at this moment."
And without giving the doctor time to respond, he narrated the
terrible events that had happened at Sairmeuse, and the history of his
unfortunate love-affair.
He omitted nothing. He neither concealed his own name nor that of
Marie-Anne.
When his recital was completed, the physician pressed his hand.
"It is just as I supposed," said he. "Believe me, Monsieur--Dubois, you
must not tarry here. What I have discovered others will discover. And
above all, do not warn the hotel-keeper of your departure.
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