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Updated: June 12, 2025
Then the husband, his eyes full of tears, stepped forward, took the little mite of humanity that he held out to him, kissed it, unable to speak from emotion for a few seconds; then placing the child on the bed, he held out both hands to Benoist, saying: "Your hand upon it, Benoist. From now on we understand each other. If you are willing, we will be a pair of friends, a pair of friends!"
The barking of the dog was at the same moment renewed, and other footsteps and voices were heard further from the house, which was apparently surrounded. Marguerite sank into a chair, while Le Gallais carried the helpless Benoist out with whispered threats; and, throwing him into a dark stable, shut the door upon him, locking it behind him and putting the key into his pocket.
We continue along the Rue de la Sorbonne and soon reach the old chapel, all that remains of Richelieu's Sorbonne, containing his tomb, a masterpiece of monumental art of the late seventeenth century, designed by Lebrun and executed by Girardon. The church of St. Benoist and its cloister, where François Villon assassinated his rival Chermoyé, has also been swept away.
He darted inside, crossed the grass patch, pushed open the door, and saw her lying on the floor, her body drawn up, her face livid, her eyes haggard, in the throes of childbirth. He stood there, trembling and paler than she was, and stammered: "Here I am, here I am, Martine!" She replied in gasps: "Oh, do not leave me, do not leave me, Benoist!"
And to think that he had not noticed it before, and that it came to him, just like that, all at once, and with such force that he could not eat. He did not touch the stew. His mother said: "Come, Benoist, try and eat a little; it is loin of mutton, it will do you good. When one has no appetite, they should force themselves to eat."
No, not all; all but Joan. She stood up and faced the man, and remained so. As we reached the wood that borders the grassy clearing and jumped into its shelter, two or three of us glanced back to see if Benoist was gaining on us, and that is what we saw Joan standing, and the maniac gliding stealthily toward her with his ax lifted. The sight was sickening.
This regimen and the sweetmeats together Fagon did not like, and sometimes while seeing the King eat, he would make most amusing grimaces, without daring however to say anything except now and then to Livry and Benoist, who replied that it was their business to feed the King, and his to doctor him.
Benoist, in consternation, stammered out: "I was passing, I was just passing by when f heard her crying out, and I came there is your child, Vallin!"
Then he walked right up to her, choking with fear and emotion, but determined to speak to her. He began falteringly: "See here, Martine, this cannot go on like this any longer." She replied as if she wanted to tease him: "What cannot go on any longer, Benoist?" "My thinking of you as many hours as there are in the day," he answered. She put her hands on her hips. "I do not oblige you to do so."
In addition to his ballets, Benoist did other little odd jobs for the Opéra. As a result one day, without thinking, he gave me the key to a deep secret. In his famous Traité d'Instrumentation Berlioz spoke of his admiration for a passage in Sacchini's Oedipus
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