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Updated: May 19, 2025
"That's so!" exclaimed Irene blushing, and unfolding Girdel's letter she read the following words, written in an original orthographical style: "We must reskue Fanfaro and this is only posibel in one way. You have great inflooence; try to make the thing which Popichel will give you all right, but not until after the trial, which will take place in two days. I trust in you.
While the marquis and Simon were starting on their journey, Robeckal and Rolla had met on the country road as appointed, and in a long whispered conversation had made their plans. They both hated Girdel, Caillette, Fanfaro and Bobichel, and their idea was to kill both Girdel and Fanfaro that very evening. Caillette could be attended to afterward, and Bobichel was of no importance.
Now let me give you my answer; I will come this evening!" "I thought so," replied Fanfaro simply. When the young lady and her governess left the booth and wended their way along the country road, the peasants respectfully made way for them and even Bobichel paused in his tricks.
They hung to a centre log by iron hooks, and were about twelve feet from the ground and about as far distant from each other. Fanfaro lightly swung upon the centre log and hammered in the iron hooks with powerful blows.
He had been seduced by Fanfaro, and would give his right hand if he could blot out the recollection of the attempted assassination. "Thanks be to God that Providence protected our king!" he concluded, bursting into tears, the presence of which were a surprise even to himself, while a murmur of sympathy ran through the courtroom. He certainly deserved a light punishment, poor fellow, and
A flood of never-before-felt emotions rushed over Fanfaro; he tenderly bent over the poor woman, and gently said: "You called me Jacques. I was called that once. What do you know of me?" The burned woman looked hopelessly at him; she tried hard to understand him, but her clouded mind could not at first grasp what he meant. "I will tell you what I know of the past," continued Fanfaro, slowly.
At the same moment a terrific crash was heard and Fanfaro saw his foster-father sink away. Girdel had unconsciously trodden on a window-pane and fallen through! "That is a new way of paying visits," cried a voice which Fanfaro thought he recognized, and while Girdel made desperate attempts to swing himself again on the roof, a hand armed with a tallow candle appeared in the opening.
Before the vision of the older man rose the atrocious scenes at Uargla. He saw Spero, a bold, brave boy, scaling the towers he heard his firm words, "Papa, let us die" and felt the soft, childish arms wind about his neck. This was Fanfaro. The other watcher was Gontram. Coucou, Bobichel and Madame Caraman were paralyzed with grief.
At the very moment the young man let go of the trapeze a faint scream was heard, and Caillette, deadly pale, stood next to Fanfaro. "How you frightened me, you wicked fellow," said the young girl, drawing a deep breath. "Were you really frightened, Caillette? I thought you would have got used to my exercises long ago."
Drawing near to the spot, he saw that a small piece of white silk had been pressed in an almost imperceptible crack. "Bobichel, your knife," cried Fanfaro, breathlessly. "Master," said Bobichel, modestly, "there is a secret door there, and they generally have a spring attached to them." "You are right," replied Fanfaro, "but how discover the spring?"
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