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He lowered to earth his eyes, beatifically raised to Heaven, and recognized Friquet. "Well, you rascal, what is it? How do you dare to disturb me in the exercise of my functions?" asked the beadle. "Monsieur Bazin," said Friquet, "Monsieur Maillard you know who he is, he gives holy water at Saint Eustache " "Well, go on." "Well, he received in the scrimmage a sword stroke on the head.
In fact, he slowly and respectfully approached the prelate and spoke to him privately a few words, to which the latter responded by an affirmative sign. He then returned with the same slow step and said: "Go and tell the dying man that he must be patient. Monseigneur will be with him in an hour." "Good!" said Friquet, "my fortune is made." "By the way," said Bazin, "where was he carried?"
He could say no more; but though he hadn't strength to speak he had enough for action. He rushed headlong to the street, and like the Greek from Marathon who fell in the square at Athens, with his laurel in his hand, Friquet reached Councillor Broussel's threshold, and then fell exhausted, scattering on the floor the louis disgorged by his leather bag.
'Two months, not longer; grandmother says that I'm spoilt in the country, though I have a governess even here. 'A French governess? 'Yes. Punin scratched behind his ear. 'A mamselle, that's to say? 'Yes; she's called Mademoiselle Friquet. I suddenly felt it disgraceful for me, a boy of twelve, to have not a tutor, but a governess, like a little girl!
"Yes, I think I received a flower-pot upon my head." "Brutes!" said D'Artagnan. "But were you not on horseback? you have spurs." "Yes, but I got down to defend Monsieur de Comminges and my horse was taken away. Here it is, I see." At this very moment Friquet passed, mounted on Raoul's horse, waving his parti-colored cap and crying, "Broussel! Broussel!" "Halloo! stop, rascal!" cried D'Artagnan.
Our meetings became more frequent after the departure of Mademoiselle Friquet, whom my grandmother sent back to Moscow in disgrace because, in conversation with a military staff captain, visiting in the neighbourhood, she had had the insolence to complain of the dulness which reigned in our household.
"I have been there, mother," said Friquet, "but I saw things happen of which Master Broussel ought to be warned, and so with Monsieur Bazin's permission you know, mother, Monsieur Bazin, the verger I came to speak to Monsieur Broussel." "And what hast thou to say, boy, to Monsieur Broussel?"
Ah! you will not know the expression. Well I am a thief in high society. I give indications where we can make a coup, and afterwards bruler le pegriot efface the trace of the affair." "And why are you here?" "Malheureusement! I was in Orleans and a friquet nearly captured me. So Il Passero sent me here for a while." "You help Il Passero eh?" "Yes. Very often.
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