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Favoral was too proud to be shrewd; and besides, the springs of her will had been broken by the successive oppression of an odious stepmother and a brutal master. Her abdication of all was complete. Wounded, she kept the secret of her wound, hung her head, and said nothing.

The spring of that year having been unusually mild, Mme. Favoral and her daughter had taken the habit of going daily to breathe the fresh air in the Place Royale. They took their work with them, crotchet or knitting; so that this salutary exercise did not in any way diminish the earnings of the week. It was during these walks that Mlle.

I purchased my domestic peace at the cost of your future in the world. I forgot that a mother has sacred duties towards her children." Mme. Favoral was at this time a woman of some forty-three years, with delicate and mild features, a countenance overflowing with kindness, and whose whole being exhaled, as it were, an exquisite perfume of noblesse and distinction.

A man who had the reputation of a saint too; a puritan. Trust people's faces after that! I never liked him, I confess. But M. de Thaller had a perfect fancy for him; and, when he had spoken of his Favoral, there was nothing more to say. Any way, he has cleared out, leaving his family without means.

"If you have done any thing to drive him off," he resumed, "confess it frankly, and I swear I will not reproach you." "We did not." "You did not threaten him?" "No!" M. Favoral seemed appalled. "Doubtless you deceive me," he said, "and I hope you do. Unhappy children! you do not know what this rupture may cost you."

One evening, as he came home at the usual hour, he announced that he had been discharged. Mme. Favoral shuddered at the thought of what her husband might be, without work, and deprived of his salary. "What is to become of us?" she murmured. He shrugged his shoulders. Visibly he was much excited. His cheeks were flushed; his eyes sparkled. "Bash!" he said: "we shan't starve for all that."

After Maxence had left to go and meet M. de Tregars, Mme. Favoral and her daughter had remained alone with M. Chapelain, and had been compelled to bear the brunt of his wrath, and to hear his interminable complaints. He was certainly an excellent man, that old lawyer, and too just to hold Mlle. Gilberte or her mother responsible for Vincent Favoral's acts.

Favoral a portion of her energy. Throwing herself before her husband as if to protect him, as if to defend him, "They are coming to arrest you, Vincent," she exclaimed. "They are coming; don't you hear them?" He remained motionless, his feet seemingly riveted to the floor. "That is as I expected," he said.

"Speak, speak!" said the commissary. "Fear nothing." "Well," he went on, "M. Saint Pavin and M. Jottras were saying that M. Favoral was only a poor dupe, but that they would know how to find the others." "What others?" "Ah! they didn't say." The commissary shrugged his shoulders.

From 580, at which it was selling before the news, it dropped at once to 300. At nine o'clock, there were no takers at 180. And yet, if there is nothing beyond what they say, at 180, I am in." Was he forgetting himself, or pretending to? "But please excuse me, mademoiselle," he resumed: "that's not what I came to tell you. I came to ask if you had any news of our poor Favoral."

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