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It was not for Beaucaire to know, despite his acumen and worldly knowledge, what a hell he had aroused in the breast of the grand old man who stood opposite him. It was a fine tribute to Heronspey's race and training that he could face a crisis like this without showing it.
When he recovered his voice, he spoke without heat and with a bitter contempt that brought the blood to Beaucaire's cheeks, despite his coolness and audacity.