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Francoise heard him and was overcome with anguish. But the miller did not suspect her of complicity in the affair. He tossed his head, saying to Greece Jerseys fuck google her in an undertone:
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“It was that wretch who assassinated the soldier! I am sure of it!” cried the officer. “He has undoubtedly reached the Gerard Pique Drakter forest. But he must be found for us or the village shall pay for him!”
Turning to the miller, he said:
“See here, you ought to know where he is hidden!”
Pere Merlier laughed silently, pointing to the wide stretch of wooden hills.
“Do you expect to find a man in there?” he said.
“Oh, there must be nooks there with which you are acquainted. I will give you ten men. Giacomo Bonaventura Drakter You must guide them.”
“As you please. But it will take a week to search all the wood in the vicinity.”
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At length he demanded roughly of the old man:
“Is not that fellow your child’s lover?”
Pere Merlier grew livid and seemed about to hurl himself upon the officer to strangle him. He stiffened himself but made no answer. Francoise buried her face in her hands.
“Yes, that’s it!” continued the Prussian. “And you or your daughter helped him to escape! One of you is his accomplice! For the last time, will you give him up to us?”
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“Very well!” he shouted. “You shall be shot in his place!”
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