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Now, monsieur, I believe you agree with me, or else would be there, while, on the contrary, you are here." "But you, M. Friard, since you think the contrary of what you think I think, why are you not at the Place de Greve? I thought the spectacle would have been a joyful one to all friends of the king.
"Ah! monsieur," said he, when he felt himself on the ground, "on the word of Jean Friard, you are a real Hercules; your name, monsieur? the name of my deliverer?" "I am called Briquet Robert Briquet, monsieur." "You have saved me, M. Briquet my wife will bless you. But apropos; mon Dieu! she will be stifled in this crowd. Ah! cursed Swiss, only good to crush people!"
"Oh, oh!" said M. Miton; "this man talks in a singular way. Do you know who he is, compere?" "No." "Then why do you speak to him? You are wrong. I do not think he likes to talk." "And yet it seems to me," replied Friard, loud enough to be heard by the stranger, "that one of the greatest pleasures in life is to exchange thoughts." "Yes, with those whom we know well," answered M. Miton.
"No, monsieur," replied the little man, visibly frightened at this suggestion; "I wait for my wife, Nicole Friard, who has gone to take twenty-four tablecloths to the priory of the Jacobins, having the honor to be washerwoman to Dom. Modeste Gorenflot, the abbe." "Look, compere," cried Miton, "at what is passing."
Then you think, monsieur," continued he, turning again toward him, "that there will be a tumult?" "I did not say so." "No; but I believe you think so." "And on what do you found your surmise, M. Friard?" "Why, he knows me!" "Have I not named you two or three times?" said Miton. "Ah! true. Well, since he knows me, perhaps he will answer.
"See! it says that one blue domino was rented of Monsieur Friard at five-thirty this afternoon." "How did you come by that ticket?" she demanded. "It was a miracle. I purchased a mask there, and this ticket was wrapped up in my bundle by mistake." "It is a curious coincidence," her voice normal and unagitated. I was confused. "Then I am mistaken?" my chagrin evident.
Oh, monsieur, take care, your horse is going to kick." While M. Miton was vainly trying to climb the hedge, and M. Friard to find an opening through which to push himself, their neighbor quietly opened his long legs and strode over the hedge with as much ease as one might have leaped it on horseback.
See, without counting those already on the Place de Greve, or who came there from different parts of Paris, the number of people here; and this is but one gate out of sixteen." "One hundred thousand! that is much, Friard," replied M. Miton. "Be sure many people will follow my example, and not go to see this unlucky man quartered, for fear of an uproar."
I coughed suggestively, and Friard came slipping in my direction again. "This is what I want. How much?" I inquired. How much?" "Fifty cents; it has never been worn." I drew out my wallet. I had arrived in town too late to go to the bank, and I was carrying an uncomfortably large sum in gold-bills. As I opened the wallet to extract a small bill, I saw the stranger eying me quietly.
This maneuver was not executed without difficulty; the people in carts and on horseback tried to go back, and nearly crushed the crowd behind them. Women cried and men swore, while those who could escape, did, overturning the others. "The Lorraines! the Lorraines!" cried a voice in the midst of this tumult. "Oh!" cried Miton, trembling, "let us fly." "Fly! and where?" said Friard.
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