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She clutched a number of papers from the box and held them triumphantly uplifted; but then nature demanded her right, and, exhausted by the great excitement, she sank senseless into Caillette's arms. The street-singer was resting in the beautiful boudoir of the young countess, Irene de Salves. The poor child lay under lace covers, and Irene's tenderness and attachment had banished her melancholy.
Below, in the town, a street-singer had established herself in a little thoroughfare; people had gathered around her to listen to her singing, and we three that is, Yves, Chrysantheme, and I who happened to be passing, stopped also. She was quite young, rather fat, and fairly pretty, and she strummed her guitar and sang, rolling her eyes fiercely, like a virtuoso executing feats of difficulty.
"Still he is sinning against the laws of beauty which I desire to win you over to, and which will survive every whim of fashion, as certainly as Homer's Iliad will survive the ballad of a street-singer, who celebrates the last murder that excited the mob of this town. Am I the first artist who has attempted to represent your face?" "No," said Balbilla, with a laugh.
The street-singer immediately opened the curtained door and slipped into the room from which a cry now came. "Louison little Louison!" "The poor thing she has woke up," sighed the girl as she approached the small bed which stood in the equally small space. "Mamma, how goes it?" she asked. The form which lay on the bed looked almost inhuman.
It was only the hard, coarse voice of a street-singer, and the language was Italian. He did not understand the words, but the music was seductive, the night of spring, star-lit and fragrant with intangible odors, quickened his sense. Constantly recurring in the song, as if set there for his ear, he understood the magic word "amore, amore" strung like beads down the necklace warm on a girl's bosom.
The woman drank eagerly the glass of milk offered, and then muttered softly to herself. "It is so warm, I am burning, everywhere there are flames." The poor woman was crazy, and no one would have ever recognized in her, Louise, the wife of the landlord Jules Fougeres. The reader will have guessed long since that Louison, the street-singer, was none other than Fanfaro's lost sister.
Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street. Hurrying down the Haymarket, he was arrested by a crowd who were collected round a street-singer. Jack paused for a moment, and found that his own adventures formed the subject of the ballad. Not daring, however, to listen to it, he ran on.
It seems strange in the telling, that a gentleman should ride singing into a public square, as if he were a mountebank or street-singer, yet it appeared quite natural as this young fellow did it. The song was something about brave soldiers and the smiles of ladies just such a gay song as so handsome a young cavalier ought to sing. I looked at him a moment, then rode on into the inn-yard.
Robeckal abducted the poor child and brought it to Rolla. I know they are both in Paris, and I will move heaven and earth to find them!" "May God reward you, Papa Girdel," said Fanfaro, with deep emotion. "I will in the meantime try to find the invalid with whom the street-singer lives, and " "Is there nothing for Bobichel to do?" asked the clown, sitting up in his bed.
We would refer to the good bourgeois, whom we have seen quitting the group in the Rue de Valois, and making for the Barrière des Sergents at the moment when the street-singer began his collection, and who, it will be remembered, we have since seen at so inopportune a moment in the Rue des Bons-Enfants.
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