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Updated: June 29, 2025
"I believe you, my boy when it is necessary; then he is my Lord Dumoulin, as large as life. He rolls his eyes, walks with his head on one side, and his toes turned in; but, when the piece is played out, he slips away to the balls of which he is so fond. The girls christened him Ninny Moulin. Add, that he drinks like a fish, and you have the photo of the cove.
Dumoulin was triumphant. "I had twenty-four hours' leave, Commandant quite regular!" protested Fandor. "Ah!" growled the commandant, glancing knowingly at Lieutenant Servin, who with impassive countenance was listening to this discussion: "Don't talk to me about leave!... Heaven alone knows how easily you spies succeed in obtaining leave!"
He stopped short, glared indignantly at the two soldiers planted in the middle of the room. "What are you two up to now?" he cried. The ridiculous pair saluted, but did not reply. "Lieutenant, remove those men! We do not want any more of them here! Take them out of my sight!" growled Dumoulin.
The jest no longer makes me uneasy; for M. Dumoulin is a very worthy man only perhaps a little too fond of his joke." "Then, sir, you will try to be useful to Jacques? The stupid pleasantry of Ninny Moulin will not prevent you?" "I hope not." "But I must not tell Ninny Moulin that you know it was he who sent me to call you M. Rodin eh, sir?" "Why not?
Dumoulin, more and more nonplussed, started in turn at the detective, at the journalist, at his reporter.... With face red as a boiled lobster, he turned to Lieutenant Servin.... When this farcical scene began, Servin had gone into his own office, and had given his secretary an order. The secretary had just returned.
Dumoulin was a worthy official of the old school. Whatever his temperamental drawbacks, he undoubtedly aimed at a conscientious conduct of any case he had in charge. Fandor had made an exceedingly bad impression on him. He had been scandalised that a civilian, a mere journalist, had dared to treat the army with contempt, by so lightly taking the place of a real soldier.
M. Provencher and his companion, M. Severe Dumoulin, were both men of great stature and both had a majestic carriage. They stood at the top of the bank and after making the women and children sit down around them M. Provencher addressed some words to this multitude gathered about him. He spoke very simply and in a fatherly manner.
We shall have at length an organ worthy of our cause, and shall no longer be obliged to look for defenders amongst such people as that Dumoulin." "There is great power and much learning in the writings of the man you name. It is the style of a Saint Bernard, in wrath at the impiety of the age." "Alas, my dear mother! if you only knew what a strange Saint Bernard this Dumoulin is!
The stays invented by Madame Dumoulin are universally admired as aiding nature, in affording the utmost freedom to the wearer, at the same time that they improve the figure.
Josephine accepted this offer with tears of emotion, and she never forgot the goodness and kindness of Madame Dumoulin. The cares of every-day life, its physical necessities, lifted Josephine out of the sad melancholy in which she had lulled her sick, wounded heart, within the solitude of Fontainebleau.
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