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"Is there a place for me in the conspiracy?" asked the clown, vivaciously, "I am without employment just now, and if you wish to take me in tow, I " "We shall attend to it," said Fanfaro, cordially. "How is little Caillette getting on?" asked Bobichel, after a pause. "Very well, thank you. We shall let her know to-morrow morning that we are safe." "Then she is in Paris, too?" "Certainly.
"Suppose Fanfaro came now and found that his mother was gone?" "A milk-wagon stopped in front of the door," said the janitress, "and the driver let the old woman get in. I thought it had been arranged beforehand and was all right." Caillette wrung her hands and then hurried to the station house and announced the disappearance of the "Burned Woman."
Caillette uttered a little cry, and would have fallen had not a hand caught her. She turned, and saw it was Irène. "Will you give these salts to Monsieur Fanfar?" said Irène. "Ah! thanks!" cried Fanfar, without waiting for Caillette to give it to him, and took it, as he spoke, from the young lady's hand. "Pshaw!
Robeckal alone was not to be seen. "Oh, Fanfaro, is he dead?" sobbed Caillette. Fanfaro was silent and bent anxiously over Girdel; Rolla, on the other hand, looked angrily at the young man and hissed in his ear: "Do not touch him. I will restore him myself." Instead of giving the virago an answer, Fanfaro looked sharply at her.
With their aid Bobichel dropped from the window. "Now it is my turn!" said Caillette, and, light as a bird, she seized the rope. "Take care, child! Take care!" cried Fanfar. "Would it pain you," she asked quickly, "if I came to grief?" "Hush! child."
This liaison was furthermore cemented by a common hatred, and now they wanted to kill Gudel and Fanfar. They wished to keep Caillette that they might torture her as children torture young birds. These two excellent persons, Robeccal and the giantess, sat down by the roadside and talked over their plans.
As she reached Girdel's door, a dark form, which had been crouching near the threshold, arose. "Who's there?" asked Caillette softly. "I, little Caillette," replied Bobichel's voice. "I am watching, because I do not trust Robeckal." "Oh, Bobichel, there is danger. I must waken father at once." "What is the matter?"
"I did not say the expression displeased me." "Should I call you my big sister?" "Why do you call me sister at all?" A cloud spread over the young man's face. "Did we not grow up together like brother and sister?" he asked; "you were six years old when your father took the deserted boy to his home." "But you are not my brother," persisted Caillette.
Her innocence and purity were exquisite, but at the same time she loved Fanfar. He did not love her. He would have given his life for her, but he did not wish to spend it with her, and at the thought of Caillette as his wife he drew back. He now disengaged himself gently from her clinging arms. "To work!" he said, "it is growing late."
She sold a small gold locket, which held a bit of ribbon from a sash Fanfar had once given her. She kept the ribbon, and received several crowns for the locket. She walked all day, finally certain that Françoise was not far in advance. It was not until the morning of the second day that the girl was rewarded by seeing Françoise at the door of an inn. Caillette rushed forward. "Mother!" she cried.
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