Granville's estate

Cannot take a maid to be his wife--this one sentence is actually enough, Villiers du Turner, this shameless man never thought that Mary could be his wife, all his previous promises, Gifts and sweet words are nothing but despicable calculations and use; even though Mary once loved him so deeply, in his eyes, she is just "a maid"!

"What are you, despicable fellow, shameless traitor!"

The stick in Louis's hand fell heavily on Villiers, and at the same time he cursed this shameless person angrily. He felt worthless for Mary, and only hated himself for not seeing the true face of this bastard earlier; It was heavier, his eyes were already red, and he kicked and kicked Villiers on the waist and abdomen, in exchange for the latter screaming again and again: "Go to hell, go to hell and stay with the devil, asshole!"

The angle Joseph chose was so tricky that the college student was writhing in pain. Maybe the physical pain was enough to annihilate the most stubborn prejudices, or maybe it was because he was afraid that Joseph would really kill him, Villiers howled.

"Forgive me, spare me!" He begged with a snotty nose, "I will marry her! I will marry Mary, I will marry her as my wife, and I will marry her in front of the notary! Sir, Joseph, please forgive me!" me!"

"Ahhh!"

This promise, which was not sincere, naturally couldn't extinguish the anger in people's hearts, but it stimulated Mary, who was sitting haggard, and she suddenly jumped off the bed.

The college student thought his trick was working again, just as in the past no matter how mean and clumsy his methods were, he would be accepted by the girl who loved him; he showed his disgusting attitude to the girl who jumped at him Smiling, trying to kiss her cheek: "Mary, Mary, I love you..."

He was greeted with a vigorous push by the maid.

"Ahhh!"

Marie screamed hysterically, as if she wanted to vent all her sorrow and hatred; she pushed Villiers to the ground, then took the stick from Louis' hand, swung it, and smashed it hard at her. A shameless person who gave everything for it.

Because she hadn't eaten much for several days, Mary was almost exhausted after just a few blows, but even so, Villiers du Turner didn't dare to face her beatings directly, and he dodged to the left spineless. Dodging to the right, trying to dodge: "Mary, please, I know I was wrong, I love you, I love you, Mary!"

The maid didn't answer, and she didn't stop, as if she couldn't hear any voice from the outside world: the former lover became a devil, all the sweet words were despicable deceit, the so-called loyalty and love never existed, the world Is there anything in the world that is more sad than this?If the Almighty God is really watching the sins of the world all the time as the priest said, then probably he would also be unable to bear to close his eyes when he saw the tragic experience of this girl?

She exhausted all her strength to vent her anger, until her body couldn't hold it anymore, she dropped the wooden stick in her hand and Villiers whose face was covered with blood, staggered and threw herself on the ground. Moina's arms.

Moina held the poor girl in her arms, and she stroked Mary's back soothingly, without looking at the college student who fell on the ground.

"Take him away," she said to Sologne, "this man is up to you, but don't let him appear in Paris again, let alone let him have the opportunity to appear in front of Marie."

"You can rest assured about this." Sologne replied, he grabbed the man who fell on the ground quite roughly, and before the other party screamed in horror, he stuffed the smelly rag back into his mouth, Then he dragged him outside; perhaps sensing the ominous sign of fate, the college student struggled hard, trying to escape from the kidnapper, but his struggle and resistance were like a six-year-old child in front of Sologne It's as trivial as wanting to resist the will of adults.

"Sologne Grostedt! Where are you going?"

Arred immediately followed Sologne out of the storage room, but the latter ignored his inquiries completely, and just let the two gypsies who followed him repack the Villiers du Turner into the storage room. In the big cloth bag—during this process, the college student kept twisting his body trying to escape, and at the same time stretched his neck, yelling "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"I must go, Alred."

When the gypsies happily packed their "potatoes" and were about to lift them up, Sologne turned his head and said this to Alred, his tone was like saying goodbye to an ordinary friend: " If there is a next chance, we will meet again."

It was at this moment that Papa Peter appeared from the corner of the living room like a cat, holding a shotgun in his hand.

"You liar, be honest, put your hands up!"

Father Peter yelled, aiming the shotgun in his hand at Sologne, and told Alred and Louis to stay away from this dangerous person: "Sir, we have guns, we can arrest this liar and send him to the police station." To prison!"

This is an unexpected situation. If an ordinary person was pointed at by another person with a shotgun, he would be too scared to speak, but Sologne Grostedt just glanced at it. Father Peter glanced at him, showing no fear at all.

"It seems that your servant is still alert and knows how to get a gun." He said to Alred, "It's not like the doorkeeper, who just dares to hide when something happens."

Alred gritted his teeth hard.

"Those tea leaves, aren't you going to give me an explanation? Sologne Grostedt?"

"There's nothing worth explaining. What you didn't know before, you should know after Bernard found you, right?"

The tea deception created by this man almost plunged the entire de Granville family into the abyss of destruction, almost made him charged with fraud and suffered imprisonment, and at the same time caused him to lose thousands of francs , but now the culprit is standing here and saying to him "There is nothing worth explaining!"

"Grosstetter! Aren't you afraid that I will let you stay here forever?!"

"I know you have a gun here, Alred, and there are more than one, but I advise you not to think about it." Sologne said, pointing to the bag lifted by the gypsy: "Unless you have the guts to kill me, the person I brought, and that person, and then dispose of the corpse without anyone noticing it, otherwise, you think that with the virtue of the gentleman in the bag, he is Will you testify for you in court that I am a housebreaker, or will you point out that you ordered me to kidnap him and ask for a ransom?"

At this moment, even Papa Peter was stunned. He looked hesitantly at Alred, then at Louis, but he still didn't move the gun aimed at Sologne away.

"You bloody scumbag!"

Alred was so annoyed by Sologne's words that he panted heavily and stared at Sologne; however, he had to admit that this man was indeed telling the truth, Evillier du · Turner's shameless despicable character, even if Alred rescued him from Sologne, the college student would never have any gratitude, and would more likely fight to protect his so-called reputation. Bite back.

"I've never advertised myself as a good person, Alred, you can't ask too much."

Sologne said, pointing to the bag with his chin: "However, I, a bad person, can help you get rid of this person who thinks he is a good person without you having to worry about how not to offend him." Punish him under the law; you don't even have to pay a franc--I'm lenient enough, Alrede, that I'd have to charge a lot of money for anyone else."

"What are you going to do with this man?" Louis asked, he had a vague premonition: "Where are you going to take him?"

Sologne glanced at Louis, who seemed to think for a few seconds.

"There are mines in the provinces where there is so little manpower that the mine owners will gladly pay two hundred francs for a laborer," he said.

Workers in the mine——When he heard this sentence, Louis couldn't help but sucked in a breath of cold air.

Anyone who only needs to know a little bit about the harsh working conditions in the mines will know that the so-called mine laborers in this era are not so much labor as slaves belonging to the mine owner; those laborers are shackled and whipped Work, sleep in a room crowded with fifty people - in order to squeeze their labor to the greatest extent, the mine owners will even adopt a "hot bed" system: let the miners take turns to use the beds, and those who do not have their turn to sleep have to wait for a while. Working non-stop until their partner gets up, they can lie down on the warm bed given up by their partner. This is called "hot bunk".

The college student in the bag obviously heard Sologne's words, and he struggled frantically to escape his tragic and terrible fate, but the gypsy held him firmly and did not give him a chance to escape.

Alrede naturally knew what would happen to that college student once Villiers fell into the so-called mine. His face was cloudy, changing and changing, but in the end he still had no intention of stopping Sologne.

"This way, you won't have to see him again." Sologne said to Alred, he waved his hand, and the two gypsies lifted the struggling college student, hummed and walked out.

"gentlemen!"

Seeing that they were about to leave so swaggeringly, Father Peter shouted to Alred in a hurry, and he clenched the gun in his hand: "Are you going to let them go like this? Sir!"

Alred hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he waved his hand to signal that Papa Peter didn't need to say any more.

"Sologne Grostedt!"

When Sologne was about to walk out of 79 St. George Street, Alred couldn't help shouting, and he couldn't tell what he was feeling: "This time you did me a big favor, but I have to say, I still hate what you've done, and the next time I see you, I won't let you go."

Sologne stopped in his tracks. He stood there and glanced back at his former friend. The light from the street lamp outside slanted in and fell on him. Half of his body was shrouded in the light of the street lamp, and the other half But in the darkness that was so thick that it was almost unresolved.

"The wolf always eats the sheep. It doesn't care whether it is a goat or a sheep." Sologne said, he seemed to smile slightly: "Goodbye, Alred."