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He entered the inn and Caillette threw herself into his arms, sobbing with joy. "I am glad to see you," muttered Schwann, half ashamed of his own emotion. In the silence that followed, the voice of La Roulante was heard singing while drowning her sorrows in a bottle of brandy.
I looked, and I saw a ghost not a pretty one either, begging your pardon. It was the paralytic, the old woman who had never walked a step all the while that the Marquise took care of her. "'Where are you going? I said to her. "'To save Jacques." "Jacques is her son, go on, quick," interrupted Caillette. "'But you can't save any one, I then said. This was not kind, Miss, but I was so astonished.
And Gudel's daughter, who loved Fanfar with a love that was without hope, said to him: "She is your mother. Will you allow me to take care of her?" Fanfar looked at Caillette with loving, grateful eyes, and then hastened away with Bobichel and Gudel. Then Caillette was left alone with the sick woman, who began to cry and sob.
At the very moment the young man let go of the trapeze a faint scream was heard, and Caillette, deadly pale, stood next to Fanfaro. "How you frightened me, you wicked fellow," said the young girl, drawing a deep breath. "Were you really frightened, Caillette? I thought you would have got used to my exercises long ago."
Suddenly she uttered a loud scream, and when Caillette and Pierre hurried in affright to her, they found the maniac deathly pale, leaning against a hollow tree, while her crippled fingers held a box, which she had apparently dug out of the earth; for close to the hollow tree was a deep hole, and the box was covered with dirt and earth.
"She is crazy," she whispered. Pierre Labarre laid his hand over his eyes to hide his tears, but he could not prevent a nervous sob from shaking his broad frame. "Tell me," he repeated softly, "who is the woman?" "Ah! the poor woman has gone through a great deal of trouble," replied Caillette, sorrowfully. "She has lost her husband and her children, and was badly injured at a fire.
Bobichel married Caillette, whom he adored as much as he adored Fanfar. Françoise and Labarre neither of them lived long. Cyprien continued to act as spy for the French government. And La Roulante was assassinated in a drunken frolic. This was the story of Fanfar, which we have completed, for Fanfar's modesty was too great to allow him to say what we have said for him.
The family consisted of an athlete who called himself Firejaws; his daughter Caillette, a tight-rope dancer, a clown called Mario, and a young acrobat, Fanfaro. Every day the troupe performed on the Place du Chateau d'Eau, and, besides this, people visited the house under the pretence of taking lessons from Fanfaro in parlor magic.
The girl saw him, and said, apologetically: "Pray, do not scold us we mean no harm." "Whoever asks hospitality at this door receives it," answered Labarre. "But tell who you both are." Caillette, for it was she, laid her finger on her lips and whispered low: "She is mad!" Tears came to the old man's eyes. "I beg of you," he asked again, "to tell me who this woman is."
When he reached Bobichel, who was still in his frog attitude, the clown gave a flourish with his leg and his foot, quite by accident of course, knocking off Robeccal's hat. "Look out!" cried Robeccal. "Oh! a thousand pardons," answered Bobichel, "I did not see you!" "Didn't you! Well! little Caillette saw me, and ran away, as if the devil were coming." "A girl's nonsense. Never mind her.
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