PART V
CHAPTER I
AT four o'clock the moon had set, and the night was very dark. Everything was still asleep at Deneulin's; the old brick house stood mute and gloomy, with closed doors and windows, at the end of the large ill-kept garden which separated it from the Jean-Bart mine. The other frontage faced the deserted road to Vandame, a large country town, about three kilomètres off, hidden behind the forest.
Deneulin, tired after a day spent in part below, was snoring with his face toward the wall, when he dreamt that he had been called. At last he awoke, and really hearing a voice, got out and opened the window. One of his captains was in the garden.
"What is it, then?" he asked.
"There's a rebellion, sir; half the men will not work, and are preventing the others from going down."
He scarcely understood, with head heavy and dazed with sleep, and the great cold struck him like an icy douche.
"Then make them go down, by George!" he stammered.
"It's been going on an hour," said the captain. "Then we thought it best to come for you. Perhaps you will be able to persuade them."
"Very good; I'll go."
He quickly dressed himself, his mind quite clear now, and very anxious. The house might have been pillaged; neither the cook nor the man-servant had stirred. But from the other side of the staircase alarmed voices were whispering; and when he came out he saw his daughters' door open, and they both appeared in white dressing-gowns, slipped on in haste.
"Father, what is it?"
Lucie, the elder, was already twenty-two, a tall dark girl, with a haughty air; while Jeanne, the younger, as yet scarcely nineteen years old, was small, with golden hair and a certain caressing grace.
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