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"Without him," said Rose, "we must have perished this morning in the shipwreck." "Ah! it is he, who " Dagobert could say no more. With swelling heart, and tears in his eyes, he ran to the missionary, offered him both his hands, and exclaimed in a tone of gratitude impossible to describe: "Sir, I owe you the lives of these two children. I feel what a debt that service lays upon me.
Poor dear souls, that are so innocent, and yet so guilty, without any fault of your own! Heaven is my witness, that my heart bleeds for you as much as for my son." Rose and Blanche looked at each other in confusion; they could not understand the fears with which the state of their souls inspired the wife of Dagobert.
"Yet methought I saw plainly the fingers which had hold of it," said Rose, still trembling. "I was looking at Dagobert," said Blanche, "and I saw nothing." "There was nothing to see, my children; the thing is clear enough. The window is at least eight feet above the ground; none but a giant could reach it without a ladder.
He is alone to love us; we are two together to think of him." "Only he must not leave us till we reach Paris." "And in Paris, too we must see him there also." "Oh, above all at Paris; it will be good to have him with us and Dagobert, too in that great city. Only think, Blanche, how beautiful it must be." "Paris! it must be like a city all of gold."
About the same time Dagobert had assigned amongst the Bavarians, subjects of his beyond the Rhine, an asylum to nine thousand Bulgarians, who had been driven with their wives and children from Pannonia. Not knowing, afterwards, where to put or how to feed these refugees, he ordered them all to be massacred in one night; and scarcely seven hundred of them succeeded in escaping by flight.
"Yes," replied Gabriel, though absorbed in his reflections, "a woman, young and beautiful!" "And who was this woman?" asked Agricola. "I know not. When I asked her, she replied, 'I am the sister of the distressed!" "And whence came she? Whither went she?" asked Dagobert, singularly interested.
Notwithstanding his coolness, Dagobert, amazed and incensed at the impudent pertinacity of the Prophet, was at first disposed to break the washing-board on his head; but, remembering the orphans, he thought better of it. Folding his arms upon his breast, Morok said to him, in a dry and insolent tone: "It is very certain you are not civil, my man of suds!"
"No. 3, Rue Saint Francois?" cried Agricola, interrupting his father. "Yes; how do you know the number?" said Dagobert. "Is not the date inscribed on a bronze medal?" "Yes," replied Dagobert, more end more surprised; "who told you?" "One instant, father!" exclaimed Agricola; "let me reflect. I think I guess it. Did you not tell me, my good sister, that Mdlle. de Cardoville was not mad?" "Not mad.
"Be satisfied, Dagobert! we'll not be frightened," said Rose, in a firm voice. "We will do what must be done," added Blanche, in a no less resolute tone. "I was sure of it," cried Dagobert; "good blood is ever thicker than water. Come! you are light as feathers, the sheet is strong, it is hardly eight feet to the ground, and the pup is waiting for you."
"Oh! the poor child!" exclaimed Frances, growing pale, and clasping her hands together. "What a dreadful thing!" "Explain, then," said Dagobert to his wife. "What was in this bundle?" "Well, my dear to confess the truth I was a little short, and I asked our poor friend to take some things for me to the pawnbroker's "
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