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After a moment's pause, Francois said resolutely, "Nicholas gave them to us; we don't know where they came from, do we, Amandine?" "No, no, brother," answered she, stammering and blushing, and not daring to raise her eyes." "Do not tell a lie!" said Martial sweetly. "We do not lie!" added Francois, boldly. "Amandine, my child, tell the truth," said Martial, gently.
"Well! let him take us in the woods with him," said Francois: "that would be best of all; I would be with him I love so much, and I should not have to work at a trade I cannot bear." The conversation of Francois and Amandine was interrupted. Their door locked on the outside with a double turn. "We are shut up!" cried Francois. "Oh! what for, brother? What are they going to do with us?"
"The Bras-Rouge's fence, who lives in the Rue du Temple, will buy the stuffs, and Daddy Micou, who keeps furnished lodgings in the Quartier Saint Honore, will arrange for the copper." "Amandine!" whispered Francois to his little sister; "what a pretty cravat this would make." "Yes, and it would make a very fine scarf," answered the child, with admiration.
"Perhaps it is Martial." "Listen, listen, his dog barks!" said Amandine. "It sounds to me as if they were hammering something," said Francois; "perhaps they are trying to break open Martial's door!" "Yes, yes, his dog barks all the time." "Listen, Francois! now it sounds like driving nails. Oh, dear, I am afraid. What could brother have done? now hear how his dog howls!"
"Amandine, I hear nothing now," said Francois, approaching the door. The two children, holding their breath, listened with anxiety. "Now they return," said Francois, in a low tone, "I hear them walking in the corridor." "Let us jump into bed; mother would kill us if she found us up," said Amandine.
It appears that he was surprised by robbers when despoiling one of these tombs. After robbing him of all that he possessed, they buried him alive in the very, grave where he was digging, so as to save expense. What a dismal sort of science! What a life, and what a death! The Monks of Sainte Amandine. The Prince of Orange Entrapped. The Drugged Wine. The Admirable Judith.
"No, no, madame," he quickly rejoined, "you are apt to jump from one extreme to the other. It does not do to generalise thus. The young monks at Sainte Amandine showed themselves to be my enemies, I admit, and for this I shall punish them as they deserve, but the poor old monks merely desired my success and advantage.
"Do not come near me, mother!" cried the enraged boy, "or you shall be paid for all the blows you have given me and Amandine." "Brother, rather let yourself be locked up. Oh! do not strike our mother!" cried Amandine, terrified.
"If you would open the shutter a little to see " "I dare not." "Only a little." "Oh! no, no. If mother should see it " "It is so dark there is no danger." Francois, yielding to the entreaties of his sister, opened the blinds and looked out. "Well, brother?" said Amandine, overcoming her fears, and approaching Francois on tiptoe.
His expression was timid yet cunning; from time to time, through, the kind of mane which fell over his face, he cast obliquely on his mother a look of defiance, or exchanged with his sister Amandine a glance of intelligence and affection. She, seated by his side, was occupied, not in marking, but in unmarking some linen stolen the night previous.
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