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Zébédé answered proudly that the men of Phalsbourg had never feared the sight of a little blood, and that he was ready. Then the maître d'armes went to see our Captain, Florentin, who was one of the most magnificent men imaginable tall, well-formed, broad-shouldered, with regular features, and the Cross, which the Emperor had himself given him at Eylau.
"Unbutton your vest," said the judge, "and make your comparison with care with all the care that you think wise. The question has some importance." Florentin felt it only too much, the importance of this question, but as it was set before him, he could not but answer frankly. He unbuttoned his waistcoat, and compared the button with his.
What could he say to justify a sudden absence? He had no mother or brothers who might send for him, and with whom he would be obliged to remain. Besides, he wished to go to court; and since his testimony would carry considerable weight with the jury, it was his duty to be present on account of Florentin.
Then she and Dominique left the house. Dominique and the citizeness proceeded as unobtrusively as they could along the Rue Honoré. He hurried her past the Rue Florentin, down which he knew, without looking, was to be seen the tall machine of execution on the Place de la Révolution.
"Is that all?" I asked. She hesitated. "Oh, I think Florentin belongs to him." "Who is Florentin?" "My little boy." "Oh! Well, then, you made the boating man believe that he was the father, did you not?" "You bet!" "Did he have any money, this boating man?" "Yes, he left me an income of three hundred francs, settled on Florentin."
"From M. Beauchamp," replied Florentin. "Did he send you?" "Yes, sir; he sent for me to his house, gave me money for my journey, procured a horse, and made me promise not to stop till I had reached you, I have come in fifteen hours." Albert opened the letter with fear, uttered a shriek on reading the first line, and seized the paper.
That she should say, with so much firmness at the sight of a single portrait, that the man who drew the curtains was not Florentin, she must have an excellent memory of the eyes; at the same time a resolute mind and a decision in her ideas, which permitted her to affirm without hesitation what she believed to be true.
It is that of the physician who has certified to the death, and who, more than any one, has power, has authority, to say how it was given by surprise, without struggle, without a button being pulled off." "It is not Doctor Saniel who directs the search of the police, or who inspires it," replied Florentin.
That they instantly bound it up, and gave him some Rota wine. Four days ago, the Duc de C supped with the King, and sat near M. de St. Florentin. He talked to him of his relation's adventure, and asked him if he had made any inquiries concerning the lady. M. de St.
When they had all gone but Brigard, and Saniel was alone with him and Crozat, he stated his desire. "But is it the Caffie affair?" "Exactly." And he explained in detail the interest he felt in Florentin, the son of one of his patients, and also the situation of this patient. Brigard strongly recommended Nougarede, and described his recent successes before a jury.
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