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Updated: July 24, 2025
Once again Monsieur de Boulingrin had failed to recognize the fairies, mistresses of the destinies of men. The Duchess of Cicogne awaited him impatiently. "You come very late, my friend," she said. He answered, as he kissed her fingers, that it was very kind of her to reproach him. His excuse was that he had been somewhat unwell. "Boulingrin," she said, "sit down there."
During the time which the Duchess yearly spent on her estate, Monsieur de Boulingrin used to stay in an old pigeon-house, separated from his friend's château by a sunken road, which skirted a marsh, where by night the frogs among the reeds tuned their diligent voices.
From this word, the french derive their Boulingrin. This place is situated at the junction of the rampes Beauvoisine and Saint-Hilaire; it is a vast square surrounded by a magnificent double row of horse chestnut trees. Since the horse market has been transferred to it, people commonly call it the new Rouge-Mare. At the Town Hall. The opening of this library took place on the 4th july 1809.
In 1450, the Rouge-Mare became the horse market, which has, since the end of the last century, been transferred to the Boulingrin. The Rouge-Mare is now the butter market. The English have returned to the French that which they had borrowed of them. Formerly, people did not go to walk on the boulevard, but on the boule-verd, from which the english have made bowling-green, a literal translation.
And there were on all hands men of business and students of science who did not believe in the award of the fairies, for the very good reason that they did not believe in fairies. Such a one was Monsieur Boulingrin, Secretary of State for the Treasury.
If, when this gentleman is walking with a ruler in his hand, any one should ask me, 'who is M. Boulingrin? I should reply: 'He is the architect of the house. Well! M. Getard is the Boulingrin of M. Fouquet. But he has nothing to do with the fortifications, which are my department alone; do you understand? mine, absolutely mine." "Ah!
Boulingrin and Cicogne hired from the castle steward an old seventeenth-century trap drawn by an animal which was already very aged before it went to sleep for a hundred years, and drove to the station of Eaux-Perdues, where they caught a train which, in two hours, deposited them in the capital of the country. Great was their surprise at all that they saw and heard.
Then said the most beautiful, opening the circle: "Sisters, give leave to Monsieur de Boulingrin to pass, that he may go to the castle, and kiss his ladylove."
If, when this gentleman is walking with a ruler in his hand, any one should ask me, 'Who is M. Boulingrin? I should reply: 'He is the architect of the house. Well! M. Getard is the Boulingrin of M. Fouquet. But he has nothing to do with the fortifications, which are my department alone; do you understand? mine, absolutely mine." "Ah!
The storm has got to be faced. Show yourself, or you are lost!" "Calumny," said Boulingrin, "is the curse of this world. It has killed the greatest of men. Whoever honestly serves his King must make up his mind to pay tribute to that crawling, flying horror." "Boulingrin," said Cicogne, "get dressed." And she snatched off his night-cap, and threw it down by the bed-side.
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