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Updated: June 28, 2025
As in the earlier part of the evening, the servants were assembled in the concierge's lodge; but the careless gayety which shone upon their faces a few hours before had given place to evident anxiety respecting their future prospects.
When they were reached, he returned to the clerk's office, where the commissioner had installed himself, and was hearing the concierge's deposition. "And so," he said, "from five to seven o'clock no one asked for M. Caffie?" "No one.
The concierge a lad who wore the concierge's cap the concierge being off duty at his evening meal informed me that my friend had not returned. He seemed an alert French lad of that type so frequently seen in Continental hotels. Señor Rivero had disappeared! For an hour I waited seated alone in my room reflecting deeply.
A door on the right was the only one that gave on the corridor at this point; it led to the concierge's lodge, and thence out into the courtyard. Had Chauvelin been dreaming, sleeping with his eyes open, whilst he stood waiting for her, and had Armand succeeded in slipping past him under cover of the darkness and through that door to safety that lay beyond these prison walls?
Tristram, who was already down the steps by the concierge's desk, turned and saw her open it, with a look of intense strain. He saw that as she read her eyes widened and stared out in front of them for a moment, and that her face grew pale. For Mimo had wired, "Mirko not quite so well."
We had a hard time finding it in the night and rain, but at length, discovering the concierge's bell, we sent a vigorous peal clanging through the darkness. Oiler lifted the canvas flap of the ambulance to see about our patients. "All right in there, boys?" "Yes," answered a voice. "Not cold?" "Non. Are we at the hospital?" "Yes; we are trying to wake up the concierge."
His face was drawn and his eyes almost menacing with pain as they rested on the slight figure bending forward in unconscious absorption over the easel propped in the middle of the rugless floor. Then his gaze travelled slowly beyond her to the model who stood on the little dais, and he understood in a flash the reason of the old concierge's vigilance as he saw the manner of man she was painting.
Near the concierge's room was the dyeing establishment responsible for the pink streamlet. Puddles of water infested the courtyard, along with wood shavings and coal cinders. Grass and weeds grew between the paving stones. The unforgiving sunlight seemed to cut the court into two parts.
Aided by the concierge's directions, the count and the young girl went towards Madame Gerdy's apartments. The count mounted slowly, holding tightly to the balustrade, stopping at every landing to recover his breath. He was, then, about to see her again! His emotion pressed his heart like a vice. "M. Noel Gerdy?" he asked of the servant. The advocate had just that moment gone out.
At the end of the month they adored him. The Boches, whom he flattered by going to pay his respects in their concierge's lodge, went into ecstasies over his politeness. As soon as the Lorilleuxs knew who he was, they howled at the impudence of Gervaise in bringing her former lover into her home.
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