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"Why, I ought to tell him so, that he may prevent his son from putting in an appearance " Just at that moment Vautrin's voice broke in upon them; he was standing at the threshold of his door and singing: "Oh! Richard, oh my king! All the world abandons thee! Broum! broum! broum! broum! broum! The same old story everywhere, A roving heart and a... tra la la."
"A pretty hole!" exclaimed Philippe, looking round the room. "In the name of thunder! what are you doing here, you who charged with poor Colonel Chabert at Eylau? You a gallant officer!" "Well, yes! broum! broum! a gallant officer keeping the accounts of a little newspaper," said Giroudeau, settling his black silk skull-cap.
"The newspaper?" repeated the officer, as he received the rest of the stamp money from Coloquinte, "the newspaper? broum! broum! In the Emperor's time, sir, these shops for spoiled paper were not known. Oh! he would have cleared them out with four men and a corporal; they would not have come over him with their talk. But that is enough of prattling.
"Now, madame," he said, "you know all; and you will understand that the irreparable disaster that strikes you has removed the only obstacle which had hitherto stood in the way of Marius." He rose, and in a solemn tone, without any hum or broum, this time, "I have the honor, madame," he uttered, "to solicit the hand of Mlle.
When Arthur came in and 'surprised' us, Fabien and me, he retreated on the tips of his toes to the dining-room, where he began to clear his throat, 'broum, broum! and cough, and knock the chairs about. That great fool of a Fabien, to whom, of course, I can't explain the whole matter, was frightened. There, my dear Maxime, is the point we have reached."
"A pretty hole!" exclaimed Philippe, looking round the room. "In the name of thunder! what are you doing here, you who charged with poor Colonel Chabert at Eylau? You a gallant officer!" "Well, yes! broum! broum! a gallant officer keeping the accounts of a little newspaper," said Giroudeau, settling his black silk skull-cap.
The old soldier made a gesture, and a face which showed plainly that he did not much relish the prospect of a somewhat difficult explanation broum! Nevertheless, making up his mind bravely, "It is very simple," he said: "I come in behalf of M. de Tregars." Maxence fairly bounced upon his chair. That was the very name which he had just heard mentioned by the commissary of police.
Favoral the meetings in the Place-Royale, his conversations with Marius, intended really for Mlle. Gilberte, and the part he had consented to play in this little comedy. But he became embarrassed in his sentences, he multiplied his hum! and his broum! in the most alarming manner; and his explanations explained nothing. Mlle.
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