While the peasants of Beaucourt cast Louis Blanc out into the
wilderness, two people were sitting beside Paul Brent’s bed, a man and a
woman. The man had a despatch box on his knees, and he was using it as a
desk upon which to write. The woman was holding Paul’s hands, and
smiling at him with eyes of tenderness and of tranquillity.
The man who was writing raised his white head. He smiled, and passed the
paper to Manon. With their heads together on the pillow they read what
Georges Clemenceau had written in that room whose window overlooked the
garden.
“I ask you to be generous to Paul Brent. Let him return
to us soon, for I wish to be present at his marriage. He
will make a good Frenchman, for he knows how to work.
“Georges Clemenceau.”
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Transcriber’s Notes:
Archaic spellings and hyphenation have been retained. Obvious
punctuation and typesetting errors have been corrected without note.
When discrepancies in spelling occured, majority use has been employed.
[End of _The House of Adventure_ by Warwick Deeping]