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Rh his marriage? ‘Garoche,’ the Baron said, having waved his men away, ‘as you see, the lady made her choice—and for ever. You and she have said your last farewell in this world—for the wife of the Baron of Beaugard can have nothing to say to Garoche the soldier.’ At that Garoche snarled out, ‘The wife of the Baron of Beaugard! That is a lie to shame all hell.’ The Baron wound the lash of a riding-whip round and round his fingers quietly and said: ‘It is no lie, my man, but the truth.’ Garoche eyed him savagely, and growled: ‘The Church made her my wife yesterday; and you!—you!—you!—ah, you who had all—you with your money and place, which could get all easy, you take the one thing I have! You, the grand seigneur, are only a common robber! Ah, Jésu—if you would but fight me!’

“The Baron, very calm, said: ‘First, Garoche, the lady was only your wife by a form which the Church shall set aside—it could never have been a true marriage. Second, it is no stealing to take from you what you did not have. I took what was mine—remember the glove! For the rest—to fight you? No, my churl, you know that’s impossible. You may shoot me from behind a tree or a rock, but swording with you?—come, come, a pretty gossip for the Court! Then, why wish a fight? Where would you be, as you stood before me—you!’ The Baron stretched himself up, and smiled down at Garoche. ‘You have your life, man; take it and go—to the farthest corner of New France, and show not your face here again. If I find you ever again in Beaugard I will have you whipped from parish to parish. Here is money for you—good gold coins. Take them, and go.’

“Garoche got still and cold as stone. He said in a