At sight of the horrible machine, which stood before her house, Mademoiselle de Brumpt ordered all the windows in the front closed.
When Comte de Brumpt, leaving the prison without guards and on his own parole, arrived within sight of his own house, he found it shut like a sepulchre, with the scaffold before it. He asked himself what it meant and whether he dared go forward. But this hesitation did not last long; neither scaffold nor tomb could hold him back. He walked straight to the door and knocked in his accustomed manner two blows in quick succession, and a third after a long interval.
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