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Pons, knowing that the windows of the Capuchin monastery commanded the position taken up by the patriots, went there with a company and searched the house thoroughly, and also the Amphitheatre, but found nothing suspicious in either. Immediately after, news was heard of the massacres that had taken place during the night. The country-house belonging to M. and Mme.
At the sound of his groans and cries, the three standing in the doorway hurried to the bedside. Then came the last blow, smiting asunder the bonds between soul and body, striking down to life's sources; and suddenly Pons regained for a few brief moments the perfect calm that follows the struggle.
She tried to read the forehead and the villainous face, and found what is called in business a "wooden head." "Yes, my dear sir," repeated La Cibot. "Yes, my M. Pons is own cousin to President Camusot de Marville; he tells me that ten times a day. M. Camusot the silk mercer was married twice " "He that has just been nominated for a peer of France? "And his first wife was a Mlle.
Their mother was at work on a theatrical costume. "Be quiet! or I shall slap you!" shouted Topinard in a formidable voice; then in an aside for Schmucke's benefit "Always have to say that! Here, little one," he continued, addressing his Lolotte, "this is M. Schmucke, poor M. Pons' friend. He does not know where to go, and he would like to live with us.
You get your name into M. Pons' will; nothing could be better. But some fine day the law steps in, arsenic is found in a glass, and you and your husband are arrested, tried, and condemned for attempting the life of the Sieur Pons, so as to come by your legacy. I once defended a poor woman at Versailles; she was in reality as innocent as you would be in such a case.
Cibot," said the patient, "be so kind as to leave us; we want to talk about the theatre and my post as conductor, with this lady. Schmucke, will you go to the door with Mme. Cibot?" At a sign from Pons, Schmucke saw Mme. Cibot out at the door, and drew the bolts. "Ah, that blackguard of a German! Is he spoiled, too?" La Cibot said to herself as she heard the significant sounds.
"My dear madame, I have done nothing blameworthy," returned Fraisier. Evidently he meant to deny his nocturnal visit to Pons' rooms. Every hair on La Cibot's head seemed to scorch her, while a sense of icy cold swept over her from head to foot. "What?" . . . she faltered in bewilderment.
FONTANES, CUBIERES, PONS DE VERDUN, BAOUR-LORNIAN, and DESPAZE are secondary geniuses, who do not make us forget that DELISLE and the Chevalier BERTIN are still living; but whose fugitive pieces sometimes display many charms.
I am sorry to hear it I must come and see him; he is such a man as you don't often find." "Ah yes! sir, he is a cherub, he is. I have always wondered how he came to be in a theatre." "Why, madame, the theatre is a house of correction for morals," said Gaudissart. "Poor Pons! Upon my word, one ought to cultivate the species to keep up the stock. 'Tis a pattern man, and has talent too.
Pons, luckier than the art museums of Dresden and Vienna, possessed a frame by the famous Brustoloni the Michael Angelo of wood-carvers. Mlle. de Marville naturally asked for explanations of each new curiosity, and was initiated into the mysteries of art by Brunner. The private view lasted for three hours. Brunner offered his arm when Cecile went downstairs.
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