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A good memory is a good thing to have, and if one does not like to hear names it is better to acquiesce. Well, what do you say? Shall we talk over matters peacefully, or do you persist in firing off your pistol and attracting the attention of the police?" A shudder ran through Melosan, and he looked at the floor in despair. "Can I offer you a cigar?" continued the man. "No?
Don't you see I came from the roof?" cried the man, mockingly. "But you shall not come in," cried Melosan, angrily, as he cocked his pistol. "Get out of here, or I shall blow your brains out." "You won't do any such thing," said the other, coolly. "Do you think because you are posing as an honest man that other people will imagine you are one? Ha! is the situation clear to you?
After great trials and difficulties he reached Switzerland, and from there he journeyed to Germany. Intelligent and active, he soon found a means of earning an honest living; he settled in Munich, and, under the name of Melosan, gave lessons in French. Fifteen years passed in this way. Anselmo worked hard, and was satisfied with the reward of his activity. His scholars esteemed him.
She did not care much either for artists or actresses, but made some exceptions, and when Melosan, Jane Zild's secretary, offered her a considerable sum for a room on the first floor, she immediately accepted. The bells of Notre-Dame struck one o'clock, when a carriage, which contained Jane and her companion, stopped in front of Madame Vollard's house.
I ought to have known it." She disappeared, and Melosan walked up the stairs. On entering his room he locked the door, threw himself into a chair, and burying his face in his hands he sobbed bitterly. "What is going to happen now," he muttered to himself; "my money is nearly all gone, and " Hastily springing up, he opened the bureau and took a torn portfolio out of it.
The sooner we get rid of each other the better it will be for both of us. Why did you hunt me up? You ought to have known long ago that I did not wish to have anything to do with you. You go your way and I will go mine; let neither of us bother the other, and as I am called Melosan, I shall forget that you ever bore any other name than Fagiano."
Hastily going to the attic window he threw the curtain aside and peered out. A dark shadow moved here and there on the roof, and Melosan reached for his pistol. "Who's there?" he cried. "Some one who desires to speak to you," came back in firm tones. "To me? At this hour?" asked the secretary in a daze. "Yes, to you open quickly or I shall burst in the window."
"Good-night," said the young girl, cordially, and then the door closed behind Melosan. As the secretary was about to go to his room, Madame Vollard intercepted him on the stairs. "Well, how goes it?" she asked; "has the poor child recovered?" "Yes, thank you." "What occurred?" "She was almost burned to death; her dress had already caught fire." "What a lucky accident "
Anselmo had reversed the letters of his name and called himself Melosan. In Toulon they were both on the same moral plane, but since then their ways as well as their characters had changed. Benedetto sank lower and lower day by day, while Anselmo worked hard to obliterate the stigma of a galley-slave.
Melosan saw that it could not be a thief, and so he hesitatingly shoved back the bolt. A powerful hand raised the window from the outside, and Melosan raised his weapon threateningly; but at this moment the light from the room fell full on the man's face, and the secretary let the pistol fall, and cried in a faint, trembling voice: "You! You! O God! how did you get here?" "Ha! ha! ha!
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