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Chapter 11. Let Loose

           Pardonmeagain—hascontractedyourdispleasure,how?’

           Thelandlady,whohadbeenatonemomentthinkingwithinherselfthatthiswasahandsomeman,atanothermomentthatthiswasanill-lookingman,observedthenosecomingdownandthemoustachegoingup,andstronglyinclinedtothelatterdecision.Rigaudwasacriminal,shesaid,whohadkilledhiswife.

           ‘Ay,ay?Deathofmylife,that’sacriminalindeed.Buthowdoyouknowit?’

           ‘Alltheworldknowsit.’

           ‘Hah!Andyetheescapedjustice?’

           ‘Monsieur,thelawcouldnotproveitagainsthimtoitssatisfaction.Sothelawsays.Nevertheless,alltheworldknowshedidit.Thepeopleknewitsowell,thattheytriedtotearhimtopieces.’

           ‘Beingallinperfectaccordwiththeirownwives?’saidtheguest.‘Haha!’

           ThelandladyoftheBreakofDaylookedathimagain,andfeltalmostconfirmedinherlastdecision.Hehadafinehand,though,andheturneditwithagreatshow.Shebeganoncemoretothinkthathewasnotill-lookingafterall.

           ‘Didyoumention,madame—orwasitmentionedamongthegentlemen—whatbecameofhim?’

           Thelandladyshookherhead;itbeingthefirstconversationalstageatwhichhervivaciousearnestnesshadceasedtonodit,keepingtimetowhatshesaid.IthadbeenmentionedattheDaybreak,sheremarked,ontheauthorityofthejournals,thathehadbeenkeptinprisonforhisownsafety.Howeverthatmightbe,hehadescapedhisdeserts;somuchtheworse.

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