But his doubts were solved for him by La Boulaye, who took a deliberate aim at him.
"Begone!" cried the secretary, "unless you prefer to go by the road I've sent your fellow." And being a discreet youth, Jean made off in silence by the street down which poor Blaise had been dragged.
"Carom" cried Duhamel, in a frenzy of apprehension.

"I tremble for you, my son.

Fly from Bellecour at once--now, this very instant.

Go to my friends at Amiens; they will--" But Caron had already left his side to repair to the spot where Marie was lying.

The peasantry followed him, though leisurely, in their timid hesitation.