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A dog of the Vosges, as large as a wolf, with bloodshot eyes and bristling hair, flew at Cyprien's throat, who fell on the floor. "Help! Help!" cried the scoundrel. The Marquis, livid with terror, had succeeded in opening the door. "Here, Cliepé! Here!" shouted Pierre. The dog gave Cyprien another furious shake, and dropped him. He rolled himself out of the door. Pierre flung it to and bolted it.
To whom else can I admit that I drank out of the Bohemian wine-glass he prefers, to console me a little? But if I were to mention this they would laugh in my face. Father Cyprien himself, who nevertheless has a heart running over with kindness, would say to me: "Let us pass that by, my dear child; let us pass that by."
He had arms concealed about his person, and did not hesitate to confess that he came with the intention of killing the king." A cry of horror ran around the room. Fongereues was overjoyed. Cyprien had kept his word. "And this man," continued the Magistrate, "when summoned to name his accomplices, said that he obeyed the instructions of a secret society, of which this Fanfar is the chief."
Cyprien, as usual, brought in the dishes, and filled the flagons with the rare Bordeaux he had been directed by his mistress to introduce; but Madame Bonaventure personally superintended the repast, carving the meats, selecting the most delicate bits for Gillian's especial consumption, and seasoning them yet more agreeably with her lively sallies.
"By your leave, no," returned Cyprien, encouraged by the laughter and plaudits of the company. "You have come hither uninvited, and must stay till you have permission to depart. Having partaken of the banquet, you must, perforce, tarry for the rerebanquet. The sweets and cates have yet to come, Sir Francis." "What mean you, sirrah?" the knight demanded, in increased trepidation.
The man who was waiting for him had long been his accomplice; together they had concocted the criminal plan to which Simon fell a victim, and as a reward for his villainy, Cyprien had been made intendant instead of valet.
Bobichel married Caillette, whom he adored as much as he adored Fanfar. Françoise and Labarre neither of them lived long. Cyprien continued to act as spy for the French government. And La Roulante was assassinated in a drunken frolic. This was the story of Fanfar, which we have completed, for Fanfar's modesty was too great to allow him to say what we have said for him.
They wish to reach the next house. We shall have them! we shall have them!" Gudel and Fanfar had gone as far as they could. They found they must turn. Fanfar stopped short and seemed to be doing something to a chimney. "Surrender!" shouted the Commissioner, some distance off. "Surrender!" repeated Cyprien.
"Do you see on that side hill a tiny house, which seems to hold its equilibrium almost by a miracle? It is there that we shall find Pierre Labarre." "But he may not be at home?" "He never goes out, this hermit." And Cyprien laughed. The house that Cyprien pointed out was much more like a hut it consisted of one story. Before the door were two or three worn stone steps.
My readers will please remember that only Françoise knew the secret of the birth of little Jacques, who was supposed to be the son of Simon. And of Françoise, the fire had destroyed every trace. "At last!" exclaimed Cyprien. "Hush! I have reflected. This young man must die, but his identity must be perfectly clear.
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