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Given and judged at Paris, the 30th of September," etc., etc. "And Louise, then? Louise!" cried Morel, almost distracted, without appearing to have heard what had just been read. "Where is she? She must have left the lawyer, since he sends me to prison. Louise! my child! what has become of her?" "Who is this Louise?" said Bourdin. "Let him alone," said Malicorne.
"It is charming, on my word!" "Is it not? Nothing more convenient. The droll fellow is capable of giving that as an excuse. Happily, the law knows no such accomplices." "After all, you are only accused of an abuse of confidence, is it not, my general?" "Certainly! Do you take me for a thief, Master Bourdin?" "Oh! general.
Does this lawyer desire the death of all of us?" "Once for all, let us be off!" said Bourdin; "I am sick of all this. Come, dress yourself and march." "My good gentleman, forgive what I have just said to you," cried Madeleine, still in bed; "you will not have the cruelty to take away Morel; what do you think will become of me, with my five children, and my idiot mother?
"Not so green! you want to give us the slip!" said Malicorne, "want to bolt, old son!" "Oh, God! God!" cried Morel, with mournful indignation. "I don't think he intends to chouse us," said Bourdin, in a low tone to his companion; "let us do as he wishes, or we'll never get away. I will wait outside the door, there is no other outlet from the garret he cannot escape us."
Having, like him, a partiality for jewels, he wore on this day a huge topaz pin, and a long gold chain, suspended from his neck, was entwined among the buttonholes of his waist-coat. "Good-day! faithful Bourdin; I was quite sure you would not be missing at the roll-call," said Boulard, joyously, in a faint, cracked voice, which singularly contrasted with his fat body and blooming face.
It is a not unintelligent artisan population, though the whole power of the intellect is absorbed by the day's manual labor. Topinard, like every other inhabitant of the Cite Bourdin, lived in it for the sake of comparatively low rent, the cause of its existence and prosperity.
Go on, Bourdin; let us get out of this." "Mercy! mercy!" shrieked Louise. "Oh, what a row! here it is the old game over again: it is enough to make one sweat in the depth of winter on my honor!" said the bailiff, in a brutal tone. Then advancing toward Morel, he continued: "If you don't come along at once, I will take you by the collar, and bundle you down. This wind-up is beastly!"
You told me that, my poor Bourdin; it was very funny. The best of the farce was that the portress of the house emptied on your backs a saucepan of boiling soup." "Saucepan included, general, which burst like a bomb at our feet. The old sorceress!" "That will be taken into your charge. But this handsome viscount?"
This was said by Jean Stein to two or three of the village girls, by whom he was looked on as a great hero, in consequence of his having gone to the war in spite of his father's commands, as well as on account of Chapeau's honourable testimony in his favour; and the man referred to, was one Louis Bourdin, who, as well as Jean, had been of the party who followed Henri through the moat.
"But they don't hold out, girl," said Jean, "they always run away; how they did run, Bourdin, when M. Henri led us into the town, through the broken wall; well, I believe they all thought at that time, the devil himself was coming for them out of the moat."
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