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He certainly would not have had it if Mademoiselle had not been here to keep it for him." "It seems to me that you and I also have helped to keep it for him," said Mombleux. "Yes, but this little girl has done her share; he'll have to be grateful to all three of us," said Fabry, smiling again at Perrine.
He repeated the word in English, but with quite a different accent from the English mechanics, which explains why he had not understood them when they had spoken the words. "You see that Aveline and Company are ahead of us," he said, turning to his manager. "We have no time to lose. I am going to cable to Fabry to return at once; but while waiting we must persuade these young men to get to work.
But now M. Fabry has been sent away to Scotland and M. Mombleux is in a fix, because, although he can read German all right, he's not much on English. If the writing isn't very clear he can't make out the letters at all. I heard him saying so at the table when I was waiting on them. So I thought I'd tell him that you can speak English just as good as you can French."
Much of the work was, indeed, performed by these officials, the most notorious of whom were Barbier, De Monte, Titelmann, Fabry, Campo de Zon, and Stryen. In 1545, and again in 1550, a stringent set of instructions were drawn up by the Emperor for the guidance of these papal inquisitors. A glance at their context shows that the establishment was not intended to be an empty form.
"Oh, grandpapa," cried Perrine, throwing her arms about his neck. Fabry had left the room, leaving the grandfather and his granddaughter together. For a long time the old man and the girl sat with their arms about each other. They only spoke now and again, just to exchange a word of affection. "My little granddaughter ... my boy's little girl," murmured the blind man, stroking her curls.
He did not reply directly, but speaking softly as though to himself, he said: "Yes, yes; they feel it...." Then getting up from his seat abruptly, as though to drive away thoughts that made him feel sad, he said in a tone of authority: "Come across to the offices. I wish to go there." When would Fabry, the engineer, return?
Professor Michelson, on the one hand, and MM. Perot and Fabry, on the other, have devised exceedingly ingenious processes, which have led to results of really unhoped-for precision. The very exact knowledge also of the speed of the propagation of light allows the duration of a vibration to be calculated when once the wave-length is known.
Colonel Fabry stood near by. He strolled over and said to Lieutenant de Tessan: "'Heavens, man, why didn't you tell her that you bit him to death?" The following story is from the Libre Belgique, the anonymous periodical secretly published in Brussels, and which the utmost vigilance of the German authorities has been unable to suppress. Once upon a time Doctor Bethman-Holweg went up to heaven.
"I then had to find out what had become of the little daughter," continued Fabry. "This ragpicker told me that she had met her in the Chantilly woods and that she was dying of hunger. It was her own donkey that she sold to the ragpicker who found her."
"Ah," she cried, "come and see for yourself what they do to our babies while we are sweating and killing ourselves for you. Can you give us back their lives? Oh, my little boy." She burst into sobs as she bent over her child. M. Vulfran hesitated for a moment; then he turned to Fabry and said: "You are right; let us go." They returned to the offices.
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