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"In the first place, the police," replied Fanfaro; "they hunted us like a pack of dogs a wild animal, and if we had not escaped over the roofs we would now be behind lock and key." "But why are you pursued?" asked Bobichel, anxiously. "Do you belong to the conspiracy of which there is so much talk?" "Probably," replied Girdel.
Fanfaro believed that there was some connection between the two persons he had saved from a watery grave, and Bobichel thought so too. The crazy woman sometimes became terribly excited. In such moments she sprang out of the bed, and hiding behind the door silently whined: "Spare me I am your mother!" Irene in such moments tried in vain to quiet her.
"That is bad," murmured Fanfaro. "Do you know the lady's name?" "No, but I found this note in her pocket. If it is addressed to the young girl, then her name is Jane," said Mamma Caraman, handing Fanfaro an elegant little note. "Dear Mademoiselle Jane," Fanfaro read, and, penetrated by a recollection, he repeated aloud: "Jane Mademoiselle Jane if it is but no it can't be possible "
After they had both walked along with their burdens in their arms for about a quarter of an hour, they stopped in front of a small house which lay back of a pretty garden. Five minutes later both the unfortunates lay in a comfortably warmed room, and Fanfaro, his wife, and Bobichel busily attended to them. "Who can they be?" asked Irene, gently, of her husband.
I took the poor little fellow in my arms; all around lay the bodies of many French soldiers, and the terrors of the neighborhood had no doubt been too much for the little rogue. We covered him in the wagon with warm cloaks, and because the poor fellow had blown such fanfares upon the trumpet, we had called him Fanfaro." "Didn't he have any name?" asked the marquis, nervously.
"And what brought you here?" asked the count. "I swore to follow you," replied Clary, blushing, "but was delayed so many times, that I gave up all hope of rescuing your son. Fortunately I came across Monsieur Fanfaro. To him belongs the credit and " "And now, I thank God, the matter is over," interrupted Madame Caraman.
The waves ran high, the wind whistled, while dark clouds rolled over the starless sky. A slight knock was now heard at the door of the cottage. "Who is there?" asked the young man, anxiously. "We are looking for Fanfaro," came from the outside; and, when the man hastily shoved back the bolt, two slim female forms, enveloped in dark cloaks, crossed the threshold.
Denis, when an iron fist was laid upon Robeckal's shoulder, and forced the frightened man to stand still. "What does this mean?" he angrily cried, as he turned around, "a " He paused, for he had recognized Fanfaro. Bobichel had clutched Rolla at the same time, and shaking her roughly, he cried: "Monster, where is the street-singer?" "What do I know of a street-singer?" cried Rolla, boldly.
The excitement of the last hour had been too much for her. Fanfaro looked at the fainting woman, not knowing what to do. He took her in his arms and was about to place her on the bed when the door was softly opened and three forms glided in. "Girdel, thank Heaven!" cried Fanfaro, recognizing the athlete, "have you found Robeckal?"
When quiet had been restored, the judge turned once more to Fanfaro. He asked him to tell everything he knew about the attempt, and shook his head when the young man declared on his honor that he was the victim of a conspiracy. "My father," Fanfaro concluded, "fell in defence of his country, and it would be a bad way of honoring his memory were I to stain his name with the shame of regicide."
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