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When the fire began to flare up some of the children got out, and La Tiburce woke up. She is so drunk she got out herself but left the little ones in the cradle." The sound of cries and loud talking could be heard in the yard. M. Vulfran wanted to go in. "Don't go in there, sir," said Fabry. "The mothers whose two children were suffocated are carrying on pretty badly." "Who are they?"
Bonaparte et le Directoire, Vol. V of his large work. Colin: Études sur la Campagne de 1796 en Italie. Fabry: Histoire de l'armée d'Italie, 1796-1797. Bouvier: Bonaparte en Italie, 1796. Graham's Despatches, edited by Rose, in English Historical Review, Vol. XIV. Tivaroni: Storia del risorgimento italiano. The Dropmore Papers.
I could not see her until yesterday, as she had been out in the country." Fabry paused. Then for the first time he turned to Perrine and bowed respectfully. "I saw Palikare, mademoiselle," he said. "He is looking very well." Perrine had risen to her feet. For some moments she stood listening, dazed. Then her eyes filled with tears.
"Shall I read it to you?" asked Fabry. "No, if you have verified the names we will attend to that later. Go on." "I not only got the certificate; I wanted to question the man whom they call Grain-of-Salt. She died in a room in his house. Then I saw all those who were present at the poor woman's funeral. There was a street singer called the Baroness and an old shoemaker called Carp.
There's Monsieur Fabry, the engineer of the building; Monsieur Mombleux, the head clerk, and Mr. Bendit, who has charge of the foreign correspondence. If you ever speak to him always call him Mr. Benndite. He's an Englishman, and he gets mad if you pronounce his name 'Bendit. He thinks that one wants to insult him, just as though one was calling him 'Thief'!"
A gentlewoman, named Fabry, with her aged mother and other females of the family, had taken refuge in the cellar of her mansion. As the day was drawing to a close, a band of plunderers entered, who, after ransacking the house, descended to the cellarage. Finding the door barred, they forced it open with gunpowder. The mother, who was nearest the entrance, fell dead on the threshold.
In the doctor's eyes, Perrine was a wonderful little girl. "She can do a great deal more than I can," he said, shaking his gray head. And Mlle. Belhomme, how proud she was of her pupil! As to Fabry, he was on the best of terms with her. He had been so closely connected with her in the good work that had been done, for Fabry had superintended everything. It was half-past twelve.
"Two women who work in your factory." "I must speak to them." Leaning on Perrine's shoulder, he told her to guide him. Preceded by Fabry, who made way for them, they went into the yard where the firemen were turning the hose on the house as the flames burst forth in a crackling sound. In a far-off corner several women stood round the two mothers who were crying. Fabry brushed aside the group.
The tyrant who wanted to be everything in the works, not only at Maraucourt, but at Saint-Pipoy, at Bacourt, at Flexelles, everywhere, and who would employ any means to uphold his authority, even disputing it with that of Monsieur Vulfran's. "I ask you what Monsieur Fabry has been doing?" he asked, lowering his voice. "I cannot tell you because I do not know myself.
With unusual activity, the gardeners were putting great pots of flowers on the steps and in front of the house. Flags were flying from the recreation grounds, which could be seen from the windows. At last the wheels of a carriage were heard on the drive. "There's Fabry," said M. Vulfran. His voice expressed anxiety, but pleasure at the same time. Fabry came in quickly.
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