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In that poor room, on a bed half-made, the sufferer was deposited; and there she fainted away, holding her hand still clenched, wounded, bleeding, with the nails deep bedded in the flesh. Brigaut, Frappier, his wife, and the old woman stood looking at Pierrette in silence, all four of them in a state of indescribable amazement. "Why is her hand bloody?" said the grandmother at last.
He passed the night in planing and fitting Pierrette's coffin, and more than once his plane took off at a single pass a ribbon of wood which was wet with tears. The good man Frappier smoked his pipe and watched him silently, saying only, when the four pieces were joined together, "Make the cover to slide; her poor grandmother will not hear the nails."
Towards one in the afternoon the post-chaise of Doctor Bianchon, who was accompanied by Brigaut, stopped before the house, and Madame Frappier went at once to summon Monsieur Martener and the surgeon in charge of the hospital. Thus the gossip of the town received confirmation. The Rogrons were declared to have ill-used their cousin deliberately, and to have come near killing her.
His strength gave way; he was not able to lift the lead, and the plumber, seeing this, came with him, and offered to accompany him to the house and solder the last sheet when the body had been laid in the coffin. The Breton burned the plane and all the tools he had used. Then he settled his accounts with Frappier and bade him farewell.
To end Brigaut's history on this point, we will say here that by the end of the month he was made foreman, and was fed and lodged by Frappier, who taught him arithmetic and line drawing. The house and shop were in the Grand'Rue, not a hundred feet from the little square where Pierrette lived. Brigaut buried his love in his heart and committed no imprudence.
They made no claim on certain property which was to come to her, they gave it all up to the grandmother. The moral of it was, my good friend, that the devil punishes those who try to benefit others." "Ah! that is quite another story from the one old Frappier told me." "Frappier consults his wine-cellar more than he does his memory," remarked another of Mademoiselle Rogron's visitors.
He made Madame Frappier tell him all she knew about the Rogrons. Among other things, she related to him the way in which their father had laid hands on the property of old Auffray, Pierrette's grandfather. Brigaut obtained other information as to the character of the brother and sister.
In that poor room, on a bed half-made, the sufferer was deposited; and there she fainted away, holding her hand still clenched, wounded, bleeding, with the nails deep bedded in the flesh. Brigaut, Frappier, his wife, and the old woman stood looking at Pierrette in silence, all four of them in a state of indescribable amazement. "Why is her hand bloody?" said the grandmother at last.
They made no claim on certain property which was to come to her, they gave it all up to the grandmother. The moral of it was, my good friend, that the devil punishes those who try to benefit others." "Ah! that is quite another story from the one old Frappier told me." "Frappier consults his wine-cellar more than he does his memory," remarked another of Mademoiselle Rogron's visitors.
He went back to Paris and fetched his certificate, tools, and baggage, and three days later he was a journeyman in the establishment of Monsieur Frappier, the best cabinet-maker in Provins. Active, steady workmen, not given to junketing and taverns, are so rare that masters hold to young men like Brigaut when they find them.
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