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Without another word Godet turned on his heel and went out of the room.

Godet was out of the way, and the child's whispers could not be heard outside these four walls.

His orders to himself, Godet, and to the real soldiers of the revolutionary army.

As for Godet, he had obviously staked everything on this throw.

Lieutenant Godet began after a moment or two during which he appeared to collect his thoughts.

"It is for Lieutenant Godet to find those traces again."

When Lieutenant Godet walked past them they did not salute.

Snatches of phrases that passed rapidly between those two men and Godet.

Lieutenant Godet gave a shrug which he hoped would pass for unconcern.

He watched him for a moment or two, as he, Godet, strode along the corridor.

Godet gave the salute and followed Adèle out of the room.

And then Godet went on to relate the long, weary tramp along the mountain roads.

What chance then had this unfortunate Lieutenant Godet now?

"I had no orders to take them through mountain passes," Godet remarked sullenly.

Godet saluted again and turned on his heel.

This, of course, Godet did not know.

For the space of a league and a half, he, Godet, and two others got a lift in a farmer's wagon.

Godet pushed the door open and at a sign from him Fleurette stepped into the room.

She did not realize that when Lieutenant Godet spoke of having arrested a woman, he was referring to her.

He would deny everything, swear that Godet lied.

A conservative scholar, Godet was the author of some noteworthy French commentaries.

"And twenty three," Godet replies, gloating over his knowledge of this trifling detail.

"Go and fetch your witness, Citizen Godet," he added dryly.

"They marched along at a swinging pace," Godet replied, smothering a savage oath.

That is," poor Godet went on ruefully, "when first I had an inkling of the awful truth.