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Updated: June 21, 2025
"He is one of those clowns who amused the peasants at Saint Amé." "His name! his name!" cried Irène, impatiently. "I don't know his name. He wore a gray hat " "Bobichel! It must be Bobichel!" Irène had forgotten none of these names. "Let him come in!" she cried. "Let him come in!" In another moment Bobichel appeared. Was this the poor clown?
"I am to be trusted," said Bobichel, "particularly if there is a dirty piece of business on hand!" This was enough. Robeccal was warned. "Well then," he said, in a whisper, "I am about to leave Gudel." "No, not really!" "And if you desire, we can start together. I know of a place where we shall be received with open arms. What will Iron Jaws do without us! I laugh when we think of it!"
"Well, Bob, what is the matter? You look disturbed. Come in, and take a glass of wine. And Schwann, join us." An hour later, the Square of Saint Amé was bright with lights, to the great joy of the peasants, who uttered many ohs! and ahs! as they entered the shed. Bobichel stood at the door. "Come in, gentlemen and ladies, come in!" And then he continued his shouts. "Wonderful Spectacle.
"What answer shall I bring master!" asked the clown after Irene had read the letter. "That I will do as he says," replied Irene. "Where is the thing Girdel intrusted to you?" "Here," said Bobichel, handing the young lady a pin with a pretty large head; and as Irene, amazed, looked inquiringly at him, he quickly tore off the head and showed her a small hollow in which a note lay.
"We owe our lives and our strength to the fatherland and the good cause; to stay here would be to put them both rashly at stake. Let us pray to God that it even now may not be too late." "So be it, let us fly. We can leave the wagon go, and take only the horses. Is Robeckal at home?" asked Girdel, suddenly turning to Bobichel. "No, master, he has gone." "Then forward," said the athlete firmly.
"What is the matter?" asked the countess, hastily. "There is a man outside who would like to speak to you." "His name?" "Bobichel " "Bobichel? Ah! bring him in the next room directly!" Madame Ursula nodded and disappeared, while Irene turned to Louison and said in explanation: "Excuse me a moment; I will not leave you long alone."
"No, he was impertinent to me," she said, "and I gave him such a shaking as he deserved, that was all. But have not you a word for your wife?" Gudel turned his head away. Bobichel took advantage of this movement to shake his fist in the face of the giantess. "Now let me see if I can stand," said Gudel. "One! two! three!" He was on his feet.
Instead of poison, Fanfar took a narcotic, and lies as if dead. He will be buried, of course, but we will look out for that, and he will be taken care of." The shock to Irène was so great that she burst into passionate weeping. Gudel was doing his best to soothe her, when suddenly the door was thrown open and Bobichel rushed in, all pale and dishevelled. "Oh! master," he cried, "all is lost!
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.
And Fanfar had caught this barrel in his iron arms. Had it absolutely fallen, for the chain had broken, nothing could have saved Gudel. As it was, the shock deprived him of consciousness. Fanfar himself could hardly stand. Caillette and Bobichel ran to Gudel. La Roulante knelt at his side, and uttered shriek after shriek. Robeccal did not appear. The peasants gathered around the injured man.
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