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Updated: June 12, 2025
It was a young Austrian couple, and Gaga told how during her agony the neighbors had played a game of catch as catch can and how, as only an unused door divided the two rooms, they had heard them laughing and kissing when one or the other was caught. "Come, it's time we were off," said Clarisse. "We shan't bring her to life again. Are you coming, Simonne?"
And there was a further serious reason for alarm in the fact that Clarisse Mergy thought that she was shadowing and watching Daubrecq at a time when, on the contrary, Daubrecq was watching her, having her shadowed and dragging her, with diabolical cleverness, toward the places selected by himself, far from all help or hope of help. Oh, Daubrecq's game was clear as daylight!
Ten minutes later I knew the number of his room and knew that a lady had been occupying the next room, No. 130, since the day before. 'I believe we've done it, I said to the Growler and the Masher. I tapped lightly at your door. No answer. And the door was locked." "Well?" asked Clarisse. "Well, we opened it. Do you think there's only one key in the world that will work a lock? So I walked in.
The eldest, Renaud, returning from his exile and the Holy Land, finds that his wife Clarisse has pined for him and died; and then, putting away his armour from him, and dressing in a pilgrim's frock made of the purple serge of the dead lady's robe, he goes forth to wander through the world; not very old in years, but broken-spirited; at peace, but in solitude of heart.
But to Clarisse these topics mattered much less than did her anxiety as to the acts which must be performed to save her son; and she sat wrapped in her own thoughts and hardly listened to him. "Are you sure," she kept on repeating, "that you will succeed?" "Absolutely sure." "But Prasville is not in Paris." "If he's not there, he's at the Havre. I saw it in the paper yesterday.
She took it like milk, without embarrassment or wonder, merely looking at me steadily with her great eyes; and I own the result upon myself was some confusion. If Clarisse could read English, I should not dare to add that her figure was unworthy of her face. Hers was a case for stays; but that may perhaps grow better as she gets up in years.
Was it a trick on his part? A breach of faith? And was he refusing to keep his promise, now that he possessed the list? He held it out to Clarisse: "You can have it back." "Have it back?" "And return it to Daubrecq." "To Daubrecq?" "Unless you prefer to burn it." "What do you say?" "I say that, if I were in your place, I would burn it." "Why do you say that? It's ridiculous!"
Clarisse shrank back with such disgust that he was seized with fury and cried: "Oh, I swear to heaven, my beauty, the executioner won't stand on such ceremony when he catches hold of your son!... And you give yourself airs! Why, think, it'll happen in forty hours! Forty hours, no more, and you hesitate... and you have scruples, when your son's life is at stake!
Clarisse offered him a place on the bench beside her. "What's he bawling like that for?" she said in allusion to Bordenave. "Things will be getting rosy soon! A piece can't be put on nowadays without its getting on his nerves." Bosc shrugged his shoulders; he was above such storms. Fontan whispered: "He's afraid of a fiasco. The piece strikes me as idiotic."
Our friend appears to have been doing well at the club. Off with you, Masher!" The two men went out through Clarisse's room. Lupin availed himself of a moment when Clarisse Mergy was not looking to stow away the pocketbook with the greatest satisfaction: "I shall have done a fair stroke of business," he said to himself.
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