"M. Andre-Louis Moreau, deputy suppleant, vice Emmanuel Lagron,
deceased, for Ancenis in the Department of the Loire."
M. de La Tour d'Azyr shook himself out of the gloomy abstraction in
which he had sat. The successor of the deputy he had slain must,
in any event, be an object of grim interest to him. You conceive
how that interest was heightened when he heard him named, when,
looking across, he recognized indeed in this Andre-Louis Moreau
the young scoundrel who was continually crossing his path,
continually exerting against him a deep-moving, sinister influence
to make him regret that he should have spared his life that day at
Gavrillac two years ago. That he should thus have stepped into
the shoes of Lagron seemed to M. de La Tour d'Azyr too apt for
mere coincidence, a direct challenge in itself.
He looked at the young man in wonder rather than in anger, and
looking at him he was filled by a vague, almost a premonitory,
uneasiness.
At the very outset, the presence which in itself he conceived to
be a challenge was to demonstrate itself for this in no equivocal
terms.
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