Nor did Le Gardeur, in his frenzy, recognize the presence of the
Bourgeois, whose voice calling him by name, with an appeal to his
better nature, would undoubtedly have checked his headlong career.
The moment was critical. It was one of those points of time where
the threads of many lives and many destinies cross and intersect
each other, and thence part different ways, leading to life or
death, happiness or despair, forever!
Le Gardeur spurred his horse madly over the wounded man who lay upon
the ground; but he did not hear him, he did not see him. Let it be
said for Le Gardeur, if aught can be said in his defence, he did not
see him. His horse was just about to trample upon the prostrate
cripple lying in the dust, when his bridle was suddenly and firmly
seized by the hand of the Bourgeois, and his horse wheeled round
with such violence that, rearing back upon his haunches, he almost
threw his rider headlong.
Le Gardeur, not knowing the reason of this sudden interference, and
flaming with wrath, leaped to the ground just at the moment when
Angelique and De Pean rode up.
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