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"This Jacques Dumoulin," said the marquis, with disgust, "is one of those men, that we employ while we despise. He is a writer full of gall, envy, and hate, qualities that give him a certain unmercifully cutting eloquence. We pay him largely to attack our enemies, though it is often painful to see principles we respect defended by such a pen.
Dumoulin was fully alive to the importance of his position: was he not the repository of the famous key which unlocked the steel press? The colonel looked up at his subordinate. "You are going to put Captain Muller in the way of things here, Commandant, are you not?" "Yes, Colonel!" "It will be a good thing to have a talk with Captain Muller.
"He came back an hour later, sat down with the dignity of a judge and began: 'No matter what may be the situation, I can see only one way out of it for you; it is to marry Mademoiselle Dumoulin. "I bounded out of the chair, crying: 'Never! never! "Gravely he asked: 'Well, what do you expect to do? "I answered simply: 'Why leave as soon as my shoes are returned to me.
Late in the dusk, Dumoulin and Winterfeld, whom we saw silently on march some hours ago, have silently glided past Striegau, and got into the Three-Hill region, which is some furlong or so farther north: to his surprise, Dumoulin finds Saxon parties posting themselves thereabouts.
Dumoulin, having entrusted his rattle to one of the guests, resumed his extravagant Roman helmet and plume; he had taken off his great-coat at the commencement of the feast, so that he now appeared in all the splendor of his costume. His cuirass of bright scales ended in a tunic of feathers, not unlike those worn by the savages, who form the oxen's escort on Mardi Gras.
I should be most grateful if you would set me at liberty. One tragedy follows hard on another! It is phenomenal!... I shall have to."... Commandant Dumoulin burst out: "By Heaven!" he shouted, thumping the table with his fist: "You are the limit!... The take-the-cake limit!... You flout me! You practise on my credulity!... Now you would steal a march on me! Try it on will you?... Ah!
The lieutenant brought a pile of documents to his superior's table and rapidly classified them. His superior, Commandant Dumoulin, had been chief assistant at the Second Bureau. He had passed long years at his post there.
Yes: that one word NECKLACE shall be to me a golden key, to open the portals of my brain, so long foolishly closed." And, after again walking hastily up and down, Rodin continued: "Yes, it is worth attempting. The more I reflect upon it, the more feasible it appears. Only how to get at that wretch, Saint-Colombe? Well, there is Jacques Dumoulin, and the other where to find her?
"They could not be more so." Here Dumoulin spoke the truth. "I shall not have to be unfaithful to Philemon?" "No." "Or faithful to any one else?" "No." Rose-Pompon looked confounded. Then she rattled on: "Come, do not let us have any joking! I am not foolish enough to imagine that I am to live just like a duchess, just for nothing. What, therefore, must I give in return?" "Nothing at all."
Since then Fandor had occupied cell 27, and had had no communication with the outside world. Fandor had raged furiously against things in general, against Dumoulin in particular, and against himself most of all. He acknowledged that Juve had done his utmost to extricate him from the tangled web he had involved himself in as Fandor-Vinson.
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