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But, as it was, I held my emotions marvellously in check, and with perfect sang-froid once more asked the beauteous creature how I could be of service to her in her need. "Of late, Monsieur," she said, as she raised a pair of limpid, candid blue eyes to mine, "my position in Mr. Farewell's house has become intolerable. He pursues me with his attentions, and he has become insanely jealous.
At the end of that time I will not only have learned the name and address of the English lawyers, but I will have communicated with them on your behalf, and all your papers proving your identity will be in your hands. Then we can come to a decision with regard to a happier and more comfortable home for you. In the meanwhile I entreat you to do nothing that may precipitate Mr. Farewell's actions.
"And would you have worked quite so enthusiastically for me," queried the false one archly, "if I had told you everything?" I groaned. Perhaps she was right. I don't know. I took the thousand francs and never saw M. and Mme. Cazalès again. But I met Ma'ame Dupont by accident soon after. She has left Mr. Farewell's service. She still weighs one hundred kilos. I often call on her of an evening.
My horror of anything approaching violence saved me from so foolish a step. Then it was that in the hour of my blackest despair a flash of genius pierced through the darkness of my misery. For some days now Madame Dupont, Farewell's housekeeper, had been exceedingly affable to me.
Lovely when decked with earliest buds of spring, Loveliest when radiant autumn came to fling A glory on each spray. Oh home of praise and prayer! Where glad sweet voices raised the morning hymn, Pleaded for blessing in the twilight dim, Or thrilled the midnight air. Can we forget The meetings and the partings we have known? The welcome glad, the farewell's sadder tone Ah, we remember yet.
I could hear Farewell's voice uttering language such as it would be impossible for me to put on record; and through it all hoarse and convulsive cries of: "You shan't hurt him you limb of Satan, you!" Gradually strength returned to me. I could see as well as hear, and what I saw filled me with wonder and with pride. Wonder at Ma'ame Dupont's pluck!
Farewell's bachelor establishment of a young and beautiful girl, whom he tried to keep a virtual prisoner under his eye. The next morning, dressed in a shabby blouse, alpaca cap, and trousers frayed out round the ankles, I Hector Ratichon, the confidant of kings was lounging under the porte-cochere of No. 65 Rue des Pyramides.
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