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Updated: May 19, 2025
"If you are not a man of the pen, you are a man of the heart," laughed Fanfaro, as he quickly wrote a few lines on the paper. "Flatterer," scolded Girdel. "Forward, Bobichel; bring me the work-box; the people will find out to-night that they will see something." Half an hour later the inhabitants of Sainte-Ame crowded about the open place in front of the Golden Sun.
Arthur and the landlord exchanged knowing looks as the inspector strode toward the door. Fanfaro must be in safety by this time. "The house is surrounded," said the inspector, as he went away, "and I think we shall have little to do." Montferrand trembled. Suppose Fanfaro had been captured!
"We must reach Paris as soon as possible," said Fanfaro. "Shall we wake the landlord?" "Not for any money," said Girdel; "we would only bring him into trouble." "You are right," replied Fanfaro; "we must not open the house door either, we must go by way of the window." "That won't be very difficult for such veterans as we are," laughed Girdel. "Bobichel, get down at once and saddle the horses.
The quick gallop of a horse was now heard, and the next minute Irene de Salves stepped into the booth. "Really, she has come," muttered Caillette in a daze, as she pressed her hand to her heart and looked searchingly at Fanfaro. The latter looked neither to the right nor left. He was busy arranging Girdel's weights and iron poles, and Caillette, calmed by the sight, turned around.
At length a word came from the burned woman's breast. "Jacques, Jacques!" she stammered, clutching the young man's knees and looking at him. Fanfaro trembled. Who was this horrible woman who called him by the name of his childhood? "Louison! Jacques!" uttered the toothless lips, and hot, scalding tears rolled over the scarred cheeks.
Schwan, who was crying like a child, threw a sharp look at Robeckal, and Fanfaro now said: "Is there no physician in the neighborhood?" "No, there is no physician in Sainte-Ame, and Vagney is several miles distant." "No matter, I shall go to Vagney." "Impossible, the floods have destroyed all the roads; you risk your life, Fanfaro," said Schwan.
He divined what was going on in Caillette, as many words hastily spoken had told the young man that the young girl loved him not as the sister loves the brother, but with a more passionate love. Caillette was still unaware of it, but every day, every hour could explain her feelings to her, and Fanfaro feared that moment, for he did not love her. How was this possible?
Don't you know anything?" The poor thing still remained silent, even though her lips trembled convulsively, and the deep-set eyes gazed steadily at the young man. "Madame," began Fanfaro, desperately, "listen to my words. Can you not remember where Louison told you she was going? You know who Louison is; she nurses and cares for you. Can you not tell me anything?"
"He died the death of a hero, fighting for his country." "As far as my memory goes," said Fanfaro, pensively, "I was in a large, dark room. It must have been a subterranean chamber. My parents had intrusted my little sister to my care. I held her by the hand, but suddenly I lost her and could never find her again." "I know, I know," said Girdel, sorrowfully.
Is there no lady here who will take care of the poor child and try to soften the vicomte's crime?" continued Fanfaro, raising his voice. "Does not a heart beat under these silks and satins?" From the group of timid ladies came a tall figure clad in a white silk dress, and kneeling next to Louison she softly said: "Here I am."
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