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It was by means of this very Morok, the owner of the panther, that I and my poor children were imprisoned in Leipsic." "And this wicked man is in Paris, and wishes you evil?" said Mother Bunch. "Oh! you are right, M. Dagobert; you must take care of yourself; it is a bad omen." "For him, if I catch him," said Dagobert, in a hollow tone. "We have old accounts to settle."
"First of all, good Dagobert," said Rose, in a gracefully caressing manner, "as we are going to tell our secret you must promise not to scold us." "You will not scold your darlings, will you?" added Blanche, in a no less coaxing voice. "Granted!" replied Dagobert gravely; "particularly as I should not well know how to set about it but why should I scold you."
"Spoil-sport is on her track. Let him alone." After a few seconds, the dog turned his head towards Dagobert, and started at full trot in the direction of a door on the ground-floor of a building, opposite to that occupied by Adrienne. Arrived at this door, the dog lay down, seemingly waiting for Dagobert.
At the foot of it, was the Campus Martius, or Champ de Mars, where the French kings of the first race caused their throne to be erected every year on the first of May. They came hither in a car, decorated with green boughs and flowers, and drawn by four oxen. Such, indeed, was the town-equipage of king DAGOBERT.
Two of our windowpanes have just been broken. That is what first frightened us so much." Without answering a word Dagobert flew to the window, opened it quickly, pushed back the shutter, and leaned out. He saw nothing; it was a dark night. He listened; but heard only the moaning of the wind. "Spoil-sport," said he to his dog, pointing to the open window, "leap out, old fellow, and search!"
But I must have a strong iron hook." Still looking about, he found one of the coarse, gray sacks, that Frances was accustomed to make. He took it, opened it, and said to the work girl: "Put me the iron bar and the cord into this bag, my girl. It will be easier to carry." "Heavens!" cried she, obeying his directions; "you will not go without seeing Agricola, M. Dagobert?
"What a misfortune!" "What is it, then, sister?" cried Rose. "Yesterday, half way to Chartres, Dagobert perceived that he had lost his purse. He was unable to continue his journey; he took a place upon credit, to return, and he asks his wife to send him some money to the office, to pay what he owes."
In spite of themselves, their hearts kept time to every stroke of the clock, as each successive vibration was prolonged through the gloomy silence of the night. At the last strobe, Dagobert said to his son, in a firm voice: "It is midnight. Shake hands, and let us forward!" The moment was decisive and solemn.
"I do not, sir; but there are still so many excited people in the street that, if you will have the kindness to step out, you will be sure to learn." "Why the devil do you talk of kindness? It is my duty, madame. Poor child!" repeated Dagobert. "Taken up as a thief! it is really horrible.
"No, oh no! thank God, they are quite well that is all I can say to you." "Did they go out alone?" "I cannot answer you." "Has any one taken them away?" "Alas, my dear! why ask me these questions? I cannot answer you." "Will they come back here?" "I do not know." Dagobert started up; his patience was once more exhausted. But, after taking a few turns in the room, he again seated himself as before.
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