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Updated: June 12, 2025
Delenda est Carthago was tattooed beneath his shirt-sleeves. Fifine and Clarisse, young milliners of the students' district, had punctured this terrible motto on his manly right arm. Le leopard, emblem of England, was his aversion; he shook his fist at the caged monster in the Garden of Plants. He desired to have "Here lies an enemy of England" engraved upon his early tomb.
Madame Delchasse drew herself up magnificently. "I, Clarisse Delchasse," said she, "have arrive'. I shall take care of mademoiselle." Decherd again began, but she interrupted him. "If it is not for this stranger, this Mr. Eddrang," said madame, "I am not here this moment to care for mademoiselle. What care have you take? People would not talk, no? You to protect! Bah!"
And, almost at the same time, some one slipped behind Daubrecq, sprang up fiercely, flung one of his arms round Daubrecq's neck, threw him to the ground with incredible violence and applied a pad of cotton-wool to his face. A sudden smell of chloroform filled the room. Clarisse had recognized M. Nicole. "Come along, Growler!" he cried. "Come along, Masher! Drop your shooters: I've got him!
"I give you my word of honour," said Prasville, formally. Clarisse underwent a momentary agitation that made her turn paler still. Then, mastering herself, with her eyes fixed on Prasville's eyes, she said: "You shall have the list of the Twenty-seven in exchange for the pardon of Gilbert and Vaucheray." "Eh? What?"
Then another, followed by a triumphant chuckle. And a woman's wail and moans. And, soon after, two more shots. Lupin thought of Clarisse, wounded, dead perhaps; of Daubrecq, fleeing victoriously; of d'Albufex; of the crystal stopper, which one or other of the two adversaries would recover unresisted. Then a sudden vision showed him the Sire de Tancarville falling with the woman he loved.
Whenever any of his little women, as he called them Simonne or Clarisse, for instance wouldn't go the way he wanted her to he just up with his foot and caught her one in the rear. Otherwise life was impossible. Oh yes, he sold 'em; HE knew what they fetched, the wenches! "Tut!" he cried, breaking off short. "Mignon and Steiner. Always together.
Lupin felt a nervous trembling shake him from head to foot and he dared not turn his eyes on Clarisse, realizing what a terrible blow this was to her. He heard her stammer: "Then are we to suppose... that Daubrecq was taken in?" "Not a bit of it!" exclaimed Prasville. "It is you who have been taken in, my poor friend. Daubrecq has the real list, the list which he stole from the dying man's safe."
"But, yes!" he insisted; "my faith! you will at least allow me to remove my dead from the field." "But, certainly;" said the son; "see, Clarisse, here is Madame, your aunt, asking us all into the house. Let us go." The group passed out into the Rue Royale, Dr. Mossy shutting the door behind them.
Clarisse made no reply. She did not even seem to listen to what he was saying, as though she expected other words, more serious words, which he could not fail to utter. He cleared the table of all the things that lay upon it and put them on the mantel-piece. Then he rang the bell. A head-waiter appeared. Daubrecq asked: "Is the lunch which I ordered ready?" "Yes, sir." "It's for two, isn't it?"
He thought of that M. Nicole, a mere supernumerary at first, who played beside Clarisse the part of one of those advisers to whom we cling in the serious crises of our lives and who suddenly, shaking off his torpor, appeared in the full light of day, resolute, masterful, mettlesome, brimming over with daring, ready to overthrow all the obstacles that fate placed on his path.
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