Fougereuse

Fougereuse looked up and an expression of dumb terror appeared on his features, while he tremblingly murmured: "Pierre Labarre!"

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Fougereuse trembled with fear and his teeth chattered as he stammeringly said:

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"You are speaking in riddles, marquis!" exclaimed Fougereuse, in amazement.

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"Yes, my lord; the legacy of the Fougereuse will fall into your hands, and then the cabinet position is sure."

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Fougereuse, on the other hand, should come, he is immediately master of the situation.

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Fougereuse bit his lips; he had already said too much.

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"You persist in keeping the fortune of the Fougereuse for Jules's son, who has been dead a long time?"

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No, vicomte, Pierre Labarre knows his duty, and if to-morrow the name of the Fougereuse should be trampled in the dust and the present bearer of the name be placed in the pillory as a forger and swindler, then I will stand up and say:

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"Spare your pity," said Fougereuse, proudly; "if anything can console me for the death of my son, it is the knowledge that my brother Jules's son, who was always a thorn in my side, is at last out of the way."

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"Count, I was robbed of my legacy -- dastardly robbed," whined Fougereuse.

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