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Jacques has been good, but you must talk to Cinette she is a perfect little fiend, sometimes!" Labarre, with his heart in his mouth, clutched at the wall to prevent himself from falling. "Come! Cinette come; you must not be naughty!" It was plain to Labarre who this person was he had heard her voice before. But this girl who was she? The old man now entered the room.
She replied with sobs, and he suddenly realized that these sobs were becoming fainter and fainter. Where was she? "Cinette! stand still." The voice replied: "Jacques! Oh! mamma! I want mamma!" It was plain that the child was lost, and that several paths ran from the point where he stood. He called to his sister again no reply. He began to run, and came up against the wall.
She would have reminded one of an Hindoo idol had she been seen. An hour elapsed, but the poor deformed woman still lies there. Suddenly she raises her head. She hears rapid steps on the stairs. When Cinette went out she had locked the door of her room. The porter to be sure had another key.
His voice was so sympathetic and persuasive that Françoise saw it all, saw the little rosy face once more. What was to be done? Time was passing, and now Fanfar knew that she who was in the power of a scoundrel, was his little sister Francine. He sees a miniature hanging on the wall, he takes it down. "Yes, it is she it is Cinette!" he cries. The sick woman snatches it from his hand.
Irène pressed her hand; she could not speak. Suddenly Irène started, her instinct had told her the truth. "And you," she exclaimed, "you also love him." The two girls embraced each other tenderly. All this time Françoise sat perfectly silent, she was content now that Cinette was near her, but still she thought of Jacques with longing. Where was old Labarre?
She is familiar with it, for she has many times implored Francine to take her there; and when the girl succeeded in doing so, the old woman laughed to see the curtains so white and the flowers so gay. She reaches the bed, and feels with her poor withered hands for the girl's head. Cinette is not there, and the poor creature realizes it and weeps in agony.
"Only a little way from here, but a man named Robeccal can tell you exactly." "Robeccal! A miserable scoundrel!" "You know him then?" "Only too well!" "I know that the Marquise boards with a woman who is bed-ridden, and I remember that she is sometimes spoken of as Cinette, or Francine." "Cinette!" cried Fanfar, "how old is she!" "Fifteen or sixteen, I should say." "Merciful Heavens!
Let us see if we can't get into some window." "And find the room inhabited?" "Oh! I will explain that we don't mean to steal, but that we will give him money if he will aid us." "Very good. Now do you take the lead, I will follow." Fanfar was strangely preoccupied. While Gudel talked to him a voice was continually repeating in his ear: "Cinette! Cinette!"
The little girl could give no explanation as to why she was thus alone and deserted. To all questions she could only reply by the words "papa Simon," and "mamma Françoise." Of course this was too indefinite for these people to act upon; besides, at that time they had much to do the invasion promised them much spoil. They took Cinette away, and after the peace they continued to keep her.
"It was his lacquey, or his father's, who denounced us to-night!" "This is not all. The truth is, Gudel you will probably think me mad but I am convinced that the girl who was carried off the one called Cinette " "You mean that you believe her to be your " "I can't reason," interrupted Fanfar. "It is the name of my little sister, and the conviction is unalterable that this girl is my sister.
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