She thought that her
presence recalled sad memories, that he doubtless still loved her,
and that he suffered. This idea saddened her, and filled her with
self-reproach.
"And yet, sir," she continued, "I thank you all the same. I might never
have dared go to another magistrate, to speak to a stranger! Besides,
what value would another attach to my words, not knowing me? While you,
so generous, will re-assure me, will tell me by what awful mistake he
has been arrested like a villain and thrown into prison."
"Alas!" sighed the magistrate, so low that Claire scarcely heard him,
and did not understand the terrible meaning of the exclamation.
"With you," she continued, "I am not afraid. You are my friend, you told
me so; you will not refuse my prayers. Give him his liberty quickly. I
do not know exactly of what he is accused, but I swear to you that he is
innocent."
Claire spoke in the positive manner of one who saw no obstacle in the
way of the very simple and natural desire which she had expressed. A
formal assurance given by her ought to be amply sufficient; with a
word, M. Daburon would repair everything. The magistrate was silent.
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