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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"Uncle Bernac A Memory of the Empire"


'For God's sake, Sire! For the love of your mother spare him!' she
cried, falling upon her knees at the Emperor's feet. 'I will answer for
him that he never offends you again.'
'Tut, tut!' cried Napoleon angrily, turning upon his heel and walking
impatiently up and down the room. 'I cannot grant you what you ask,
mademoiselle. When I say so once it is finished. I cannot have my
decisions in high matters of State affected by the intrusion of women.
The Jacobins have been dangerous of late, and an example must be made or
we shall have the Faubourg St. Antoine upon our hands once more.'
The Emperors set face and firm manner showed it was hopeless, and yet my
cousin persevered as no one but a woman who pleads for her lover would
have dared to do.
'He is harmless, Sire.'
'His death will frighten others.'
'Spare him and I will answer for his loyalty.'
'What you ask is impossible.'
Constant and I raised her from the ground.
'That is right, Monsieur de Laval,' said the Emperor. 'This interview
can lead to nothing. Remove your cousin from the room!'
But she had again turned to him with a face which showed that even now
all hope had not been abandoned.


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