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Any further defiance of authority was now prevented by her almost forcible removal from the room. The stormy episode just ended had rather a disturbing effect on M. Floçon, who could scarcely give his full attention to all the points, old and new, that had now arisen in the investigation.
After his failure, he only wished to die, and to die at once. All who have succeeded Alibaud have been but vulgar cut-throats." "In what year was the insurrection of Armand Barbes and Martin Bernard?" asked Flocon. "That proved most disastrous to our cause." "That was in '39, May, I think," answered Rollin. "Barbes, Blanqui and Bernard were arraigned as leaders.
"The 14th Regiment of the Line is there," replied Flocon. "So much the better! Blood will flow! The revolution will not stop!" And the conspirators separated. At ten o'clock, before the official residence of M. Guizot, himself then absent, and probably in full flight for the coast, an immense crowd of the people with torches was assembled. Their purpose was to sing the Marseillaise.
I saw the last writer at his work, saw him with my own eyes. Yet he did not write with Ripaldi's hand this is incontestable, I am sure of it, I will swear it ergo, he is not Ripaldi." "But you should have known this at the time," interjected M. Floçon, fiercely. "Why did you not discover the change of identity? You should have seen that this was not Ripaldi." "Pardon me. I did not know the man.
There is always something irritating in doing antechamber work, in kicking one's heels in the waiting-room of any functionary or official, high or low, and the General found it hard to possess himself in patience, when he thought he was being thus ignominiously treated by a man like M. Floçon.
"Depend upon it, Armand," said Louis Blanc, smiling, "that Republicanism and Socialism are identical terms, as much so as Communism and despotism are antagonistic terms." "But how do you account for this wonderful change, this unprecedented fever for Fourierism?" asked Flocon. "I don't pretend to account for it at all. The merits of the cause have, perhaps, begun to be properly appreciated.
He also turned over the pages, pausing to read a passage here and there, and nodding his head from time to time, evidently struck with the importance of the matter recorded. Meanwhile, M. Floçon continued an angry conversation with his offending subordinate.
Stay, what can be going on in there?" cried M. Floçon, rising from his seat and running into the outer waiting-room, which, to his surprise and indignation, he found in great confusion. The guard who was on duty was struggling, in personal conflict almost, with the English General. There was a great hubbub of voices, and the Countess was lying back half-fainting in her chair. "What's all this?
She was still pale, and her hands trembled, but she said nothing, made no reference, at least, to what she had just gone through. Again he took counsel with his colleague, while the Countess was kept apart. "What next, M. Floçon?" asked the Judge. "What shall we do with her?" "Let her go," answered the detective, briefly. "What! do you suggest this, sir," said the Judge, slyly.
"Good morning, La Pêche," said M. Floçon in a sharp voice. "We have come for an identification. The body from the Lyons Station he of the murder in the sleeping-car is it yet arrived?" "But surely, at your service, Chief," replied the old man, obsequiously. "If the gentlemen will give themselves the trouble to enter the office, I will lead them behind, direct into the mortuary chamber.