Augier

With a terse nod, Augier indicated a slim file of papers on the corner of his desk.

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He had no great liking for the man, and so had left the Temple until last so as to discommode Augier, but that was scant consolation when he was himself nodding in his carriage.

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Augier led the way outside, across the courtyard and past the former church, and into the heart of the old fortress, where state prisoners were housed until the state had no further need of them.

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Fondard too wanted his bed, much more so than a meeting with Augier, the deputy governor.

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“He can be transported first thing in the morning,” Augier noted, even taking some pleasure explaining things to Fondard.

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Augier endured this insolence—as he judged it—for almost three minutes, at which point he pushed back his chair with a huff of exasperation.

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Augier stopped on the landing and indicated a heavy wooden door, blackened with age and ornamented by iron studs.

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One ought to get some enjoyment out of this tiresome business, after all, and how better than by baiting old Augier?

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“But…” Augier could not answer; he could scarcely appreciate what had occurred.

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“As to that, you must judge for yourself,” sniffed Augier.

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