Volume I Part 41 (1/2)
”When the school, he continued: 'Why, you are not by yourself?' 'Yes, I a' 'I swear I am, Monsieur Grabu' 'I will soon find out,'
the old et a light
”Then the young man, as a coward such as one frequently rown furious all of a sudden: 'Hide yourself, so that he may not find you You will deprive me of my bread for my whole life; you will ruin my whole career Do hide yourself!'
They could hear the key turning in the lock again, and Hortense ran to the hich looked out onto the street, opened it quickly, and then in a low and determined voice she said: 'You will coone,' and she juain in great surprise, and a quarter of an hour later Monsieur Sigisbert cairl had reet up, as she had fallen from the second story, and I ith hiht the unfortunate girl ho was broken in three places, and the bones had coh the flesh She did not conation: 'I am punished, well punished!'
”I sent for assistance and for the workgirl's friends and told thee which had knocked her down and laendarmes for a whole month tried in vain to find the author of this accident
”That is all! And I say that this woed to the race of those who accorandest deeds in history
”That was her only love affair, and she died a virgin She was a martyr, a noble soul, a sublimely devoted woman! And if I did not absolutely admire her, I should not have told you this story, which I would never tell anyone during her life: you understand why”
The doctor ceased; Mamma cried and Papa said some words which I did not catch; then they left the room, and I remained on e noise of heavy footsteps and soainst the side of the staircase
They were carrying away Clochette's body
THE MARQUIS DE FUMEROL
Roger de Tou astride a chair in the ar in his hand, and from time to time took a whiff and blew out a small cloud of sht in and my father opened it
You knowof France _ad interim_ I call hi a tilt against the wind whether it was in the na the lance in the name of the Orleans alone, because there is nobody else but theentleman in France, the best known, the most influential, the head of the party; and as he is an irres' thrones are very insecure
”As for my doe of evil-thinkers
”Well, so a letter was brought in while ere at dinner, and my father opened and read it, and then he said to rew very pale My uncle was scarcely ever mentioned in the house, and I did not know him at all; all I knew fro, the life of a buffoon After having spent his fortune with an incalculable number of women, he had only retained twoin small apartments in the Rue des Martyrs
”An ex-peer of France and ex-colonel of cavalry, it was said that he believed in neither God nor devil Not believing, therefore, in a future life he had abused this present life in every way, and he had beco wound of my mother's heart
”'Give me that letter, Paul,' she said, and when she had read it, I asked for it in ht to lett you knaw that your brother-law, count Fu to dye Perhapps you would ett that I told you_
_Your servant_, MeLANI
”'We ht to watch over your brother's last moments'
”Mamma continued: 'I will send for Abbe Poivron and ask his advice, and then I will go to er Stop here Paul, for you ht to do these things But for a politician in your position, it is anotherfor one of your opponents to be able to bring one of your ht,' my father said 'Do as you think best, my dear wife'
”A quarter of an hour later, the Abbe Poivron ca-room, and the situation was explained to his If the Marquis de Fureatest naion, it would assuredly be a terrible blow for the nobility in general, and for the Count de Toumeville in particular, and the freethinkers would be trius of victory for six h the ht into the prose of Socialistic journals, and my father's would be bespattered It was i should occur
”A crusade was therefore immediately decided upon, which was to be led by the Abbe Poivron, a little fat, clean, slightly scented priest, a true vicar of a large church in a noble and rich quarter
”The landau was ordered and we started all three, my mother, the Cure and I, to administer the last sacraments to my uncle
”It had been decided first of all we should see Madame Melani who had written the letter, and as ot down as a scout in front of a seven-storied house and went into a dark passage, where I had great difficulty in finding the porter's den He looked at me distrustfully, and said: