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The young lady appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old; a proud smile hovered about her lips and the dark eyes looked curiously about. Fanfaro and Caillette paused at their work, and now the young girl exclaimed in a clear bell-like voice: "Monsieur Girdel, would it be possible for me to secure a few places for this evening, that is, some that are hid from the rest of the spectators?"
Fanfaro, who only thought that the horse had run away with the marquis, cried in vain to the rider, and so he had to foot the distance, muttering as he went: "If the poor fellow only doesn't get hurt; he is still feeble, and the horse needs a competent rider." Fanfaro was hardly a hundred feet away from Sainte-Ame, when Girdel opened his eyes and looked about him.
"And you are looking for these people in my house?" asked Aube, apparently overwhelmed at the intelligence. "Yes, they are said to live here; two acrobats, named Girdel and Fanfaro." "Inspector, I am inconsolable; but I will not oppose you; do your duty," said Aube, with the mien of a man who gives a kingdom away.
During all these different productions, Fanfaro was continually assisting the performers; he handed Girdel the weights and took them from him; he accompanied Robeckal's sword exercise with hollow beats on a tambourine; he played the violin while Caillette danced on the rope, and acted as Bobichel's foil in his comic acts.
The proverb says that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The young girl whom Talizac abducted is named Louison, and I " "My poor boy, you do not really think " "That this Louison is my poor lost sister? Yes, I fear so, Papa Girdel. When I heard the name, I trembled in every limb, and since then the thought haunts me.
Robeckal abducted the poor child and brought it to Rolla. I know they are both in Paris, and I will move heaven and earth to find them!" "May God reward you, Papa Girdel," said Fanfaro, with deep emotion. "I will in the meantime try to find the invalid with whom the street-singer lives, and " "Is there nothing for Bobichel to do?" asked the clown, sitting up in his bed.
"What answer shall I bring master!" asked the clown after Irene had read the letter. "That I will do as he says," replied Irene. "Where is the thing Girdel intrusted to you?" "Here," said Bobichel, handing the young lady a pin with a pretty large head; and as Irene, amazed, looked inquiringly at him, he quickly tore off the head and showed her a small hollow in which a note lay.
While the marquis and Simon were starting on their journey, Robeckal and Rolla had met on the country road as appointed, and in a long whispered conversation had made their plans. They both hated Girdel, Caillette, Fanfaro and Bobichel, and their idea was to kill both Girdel and Fanfaro that very evening. Caillette could be attended to afterward, and Bobichel was of no importance.
"Have I the honor of addressing Monsieur Girdel?" the stranger politely asked. "At your service; that is my name." "I am the Marquis of Fougereuse, and would like to have an interview with you." "Take a seat, my lord marquis, and speak," said Girdel, looking expectantly at his visitor. "I will not delay you long, Monsieur Girdel," the marquis began; "I know you have met with a misfortune "
In the centre of the plank was a windlass, from which hung an iron chain with a large hook. Fanfaro rolled an empty barrel under the plank and filled it with irons and stones weighing about three thousand pounds. Thereupon the barrel was nailed up and the chain wound about it; strong iron rings, through which the chain was pulled, prevented it from slipping off. Girdel now walked up.
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