Within an Inch of His Life eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 617 pages of information about Within an Inch of His Life.

Within an Inch of His Life eBook

Émile Gaboriau
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 617 pages of information about Within an Inch of His Life.

An immense clamor greeted the mayor and his companions.

“Here comes the mayor!” cried the peasants, encouraged by his presence, and all ready to obey him.

M. Seneschal took in the whole situation at a glance.

“Yes, here I am, my friends,” he said, “and I thank you for your zeal.  Now we must try not to waste our efforts.  The farm buildings and the workshops are lost:  we must give them up.  Let us try to save the dwelling-house.  The river is not far.  We must form a chain.  Everybody in line,—­men and women!  And now for water, water!  Here come the engines!”

They really came thundering up:  the firemen appeared on the scene.  Capt.  Parenteau took the command.  At last the mayor was at leisure to inquire after Count Claudieuse.

“Master is down there,” replied an old woman, pointing at a little cottage with a thatched roof.  “The doctor has had him carried there.”

“Let us go and see how he is,” said the mayor to his two companions.  They stopped at the door of the only room of the cottage.  It was a large room with a floor of beaten clay; while overhead the blackened beams were full of working tools and parcels of seeds.  Two beds with twisted columns and yellow curtains filled one side:  on that on the left hand lay a little girl, four years old, fast asleep, and rolled up in a blanket, watched over by her sister, who was two or three years older.  On the other bed, Count Claudieuse was lying, or rather sitting; for they had supported his back by all the pillows that had been saved from the fire.  His chest was bare, and covered with blood; and a man, Dr. Seignebos, with his coat off, and his sleeves rolled up above the elbows, was bending over him, and holding a sponge in one hand and a probe in the other, seemed to be engaged in a delicate and dangerous operation.

The countess, in a light muslin dress, was standing at the foot of her husband’s bed, pale but admirably composed and resigned.  She was holding a lamp, and moved it to and fro as the doctor directed.  In a corner two servant-women were sitting on a box, and crying, their aprons turned over their heads.

At last the mayor of Sauveterre overcame his painful impressions, and entered the room.  Count Claudieuse was the first to perceive him, and said,—­

“Ah, here is our good M. Seneschal.  Come nearer, my friend; come nearer.  You see the year 1871 is a fatal year.  It will soon leave me nothing but a few handfuls of ashes of all I possessed.”

“It is a great misfortune,” replied the excellent mayor; “but, after all, it is less than we apprehended.  God be thanked, you are safe!”

“Who knows?  I am suffering terribly.”

The countess trembled.

“Trivulce!” she whispered in a tone of entreaty.  “Trivulce!”

Never did lover glance at his beloved with more tenderness than Count Claudieuse did at his wife.

“Pardon me, my dear Genevieve, pardon me, if I show any want of courage.”

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