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Updated: June 19, 2025
In ten minutes the Baron and his wife reached the Rue Louis-le-Grand, and there Adeline found this note awaiting her: "Monsieur le Baron Hulot d'Ervy lived for one month in the Rue de Charonne under the name of Thorec, an anagram of Hector. He is now in the Passage du Soleil by the name of Vyder. He says he is an Alsatian, and does writing, and he lives with a girl named Atala Judici.
Twilight was gathering over Paris when Richard Barrington left the house of Monsieur Fargeau and went in the direction of the Rue Charonne. The wine shops were full to overflowing; small crowds were at street corners, filthy men and women ripe for any outrage.
Escape was not probable, but there was a chance, that bare chance which keeps the courage steady. As he rushed into the Rue Charonne, the yelling chorus behind him, a new difficulty faced him. Just before him was the Chat Rouge, the one place in all Paris that must not attract the attention of the mob to-night. An archway was beside him and he turned into it. "The American! The American!"
In former times, when engaged with Abbe Rose in charitable work in the Charonne district, he had learnt that the guillotine could be seen from the house where Mege, the Socialist deputy, resided at the corner of the Rue Merlin. He therefore offered himself as a guide.
As during the Revolution, there were patriotic women in some of these wine-shops who embraced new-comers. Other expressive facts came to light. A man would enter a shop, drink, and go his way with the remark: "Wine-merchant, the revolution will pay what is due to you." Revolutionary agents were appointed in a wine-shop facing the Rue de Charonne. The balloting was carried on in their caps.
For a few moments he was doubtful whether it would be safe to go home, and then, driven by that desperate desire to know the worst which so often makes a coward seem courageous, he hastened in the direction of the Rue Charonne, and was in his study when the officers of the Convention arrived to remove Jeanne St. Clair. Legrand had communicated with the authorities, but somewhat vaguely.
In his hurried journey from the Rue Charonne he had thought of many things, and now made no mention of the fact that another of his guests had also disappeared. "How did she manage to escape out of your clutches?" asked Bruslart, after a pause. "I don't know, and does it matter? She is gone, that is enough." "Bad for you, Legrand.
What persuasion he used, what proportion of his exorbitant fees found its way into other pockets, cannot be said, it was a secret he locked up in his own soul, but it soon became known that aristocrats, fortunate enough to be prisoners in this house in the Rue Charonne, were safe so long as the fees were paid. The agents of the Public Prosecutor never came there for food for the guillotine.
I have seen them from a distance, when papa took me into town; but that was not very often. There are no churches like those in the Faubourg." "Which Faubourg did you live in?" "In the Faubourg." "Yes, but which?" "In the Rue de Charonne, madame." The inhabitants of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine never call that notorious district other than the Faubourg.
He went to see Abbe Rose in the Rue de Charonne, where in the depths of a damp ground floor he had transformed three rooms into an asylum for abandoned children, whom he picked up in the neighbouring streets. And from that moment Pierre's life changed, a fresh and all-powerful source of interest had entered into it, and by degrees he became the old priest's passionate helper.
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