He deeply regretted that Chupin was
dead, he remarked, for he should have experienced an intense delight in
making the wretch who murdered her _die_ a lingering death in the midst
of the most frightful tortures.
He spoke with extreme violence and in a voice vibrant with his still
powerful passion.
And Blanche, in terror, asked herself what would be her fate if her
husband ever discovered that she was the culprit--and he might discover
it.
She now began to regret that she had not kept the promise she had made
to her victim; and she resolved to commence the search for Marie-Anne's
child.
To do this effectually it was necessary for her to be in a large
city--Paris, for example--where she could procure discreet and skilful
agents.
It was necessary to persuade Martial to remove to the capital. Aided by
the Duc de Sairmeuse, she did not find this a very difficult task; and
one morning, Mme. Blanche, with a radiant face, announced to Aunt Medea:
"Aunt, we leave just one week from to-day."
CHAPTER LI
Beset by a thousand fears and anxieties, Blanche had failed to notice
that Aunt Medea was no longer the same.
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