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"So you went to that meeting?" said Antonin Goulard to Poupart. "I shall never go again, monsieur le sous-prefet," said the innkeeper. "The son of Monsieur Keller is dead, and I have now no object in going there. God has taken upon himself to clear the ground." "Well, Pigoult, what happened?" cried Olivier Vinet, catching sight of the young notary.
A broken shin, or slight ruffling of the skin, may be covered with lint dipped in equal parts of vinegar and brandy, and left to stick on, unless the place inflames; and then weak goulard is the best remedy. Common cuts may be kept together by sticking plaster, or with only a piece of fine linen rag, or thread bound round them.
"Your father belonged to the Simeuse family?" "And I, monsieur, belong to the government; that is how times differ." "You have a servant named Julien, who has tried to entice the Princesse de Cadignan's maid away from her?" "Monsieur, I do not allow any one to speak to me in this manner," said Goulard; "you misunderstand my character." "And you want to know about mine!" returned the Unknown.
To make up the exact list of our traveling gear for the guidance of future travelers add, that we carried a medicine and surgical chest with all apparatus necessary for wounds, fractures and blows; lint, scissors, lancets in fact, a perfect collection of horrible looking instruments; a number of vials containing ammonia, alcohol, ether, Goulard water, aromatic vinegar, in fact, every possible and impossible drug finally, all the materials for working the Ruhmkorff coil!
As I may not have an opportunity of sending you another private letter, and as lemon-juice, goulard, and all those sympathetic inks, are subject to unlucky accidents, I must send you all my secret instructions by the present safe conveyance. You must absolutely sacrifice, my dear child, all your romantic notions, and all your taste for love, to the grand object.
"The procureur-du-roi is walking up and down there under the lindens," said the sub-prefect. "Monsieur Marest! Wish him good-morning from me." "But who are you?" "Whatever you wish me to be, my dear Monsieur Goulard," said the stranger. "You alone shall decide what I am to be in this department. Give me some advice on that head. Here, read that."
"See here, Goulard," said he, "let us go on in order if we can. You went then, according to my instructions, to the Vulcan's Forges?" "At once, Monsieur." "Precisely. Had they seen the prisoner there?" "Yes; on the evening of Wednesday, July 8th." "At what hour?" "About ten o'clock, a few minutes before they shut up; so that he was remarked, and the more distinctly observed."
Goulard literally drank in his chief's words. He had never heard any of his colleagues express themselves with such fervor and authority; he had had no idea of such eloquence, and he stood erect, as if some of the admiration which he saw in all the faces were reflected back on him. He grew in his own esteem as he thought that he was a soldier in an army commanded by such generals.
No step of that nature is ever taken secretly in the provinces. The procureur-du-roi, Frederic Marest, whose fortune, buttonhole, and position were about on a par with those of Antonin Goulard, had received a like refusal, three years earlier, based on the difference of ages.
"Madame Beauvisage is very ambitious," pursued Antonin Goulard. "She knows very well her daughter is to have two millions; she means to be mother-in-law of a minister, or an ambassador, in order to play the great lady in Paris." "Well, why not?" said Simon Giguet.
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