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‘
What
then
?
’
‘
Presidents
and
tribunals
are
so
prejudiced
.
’
‘
Well
,
’
cried
the
other
,
uneasily
flinging
the
end
of
his
cloak
over
his
shoulder
with
an
oath
,
‘
let
them
do
their
worst
!
’
‘
Truly
I
think
they
will
,
’
murmured
John
Baptist
to
himself
,
as
he
bent
his
head
to
put
his
knife
in
his
sash
.
Nothing
more
was
said
on
either
side
,
though
they
both
began
walking
to
and
fro
,
and
necessarily
crossed
at
every
turn
.
Monsieur
Rigaud
sometimes
stopped
,
as
if
he
were
going
to
put
his
case
in
a
new
light
,
or
make
some
irate
remonstrance
;
but
Signor
Cavalletto
continuing
to
go
slowly
to
and
fro
at
a
grotesque
kind
of
jog
-
trot
pace
with
his
eyes
turned
downward
,
nothing
came
of
these
inclinings
.
By
-
and
-
by
the
noise
of
the
key
in
the
lock
arrested
them
both
.
The
sound
of
voices
succeeded
,
and
the
tread
of
feet
.
The
door
clashed
,
the
voices
and
the
feet
came
on
,
and
the
prison
-
keeper
slowly
ascended
the
stairs
,
followed
by
a
guard
of
soldiers
.
‘
Now
,
Monsieur
Rigaud
,
’
said
he
,
pausing
for
a
moment
at
the
grate
,
with
his
keys
in
his
hands
,
‘
have
the
goodness
to
come
out
.
’
‘
I
am
to
depart
in
state
,
I
see
?
’
‘
Why
,
unless
you
did
,
’
returned
the
jailer
,
‘
you
might
depart
in
so
many
pieces
that
it
would
be
difficult
to
get
you
together
again
.
There
’
s
a
crowd
,
Monsieur
Rigaud
,
and
it
doesn
’
t
love
you
.
’
