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With Rolla's assistance he now poured the contents of the bottle down her throat. When he tried to open the tightly compressed lips, Louison bit him in the finger. He uttered an oath, put a piece of wood between her teeth, and triumphantly exclaimed: "For the next few hours you are done for, you little hussy."
She had ruled these brothers, had been worshipped by them, for near half a century, and the romance they had kept alive had produced a grotesque sort of truth and beauty in the admiring "P'tite Louison" an affectionate name for her greatness, like "The Little Corporal" for Napoleon. She was not little, either, but above the middle height, and her hair was well streaked with grey.
Is there no lady here who will take care of the poor child and try to soften the vicomte's crime?" continued Fanfaro, raising his voice. "Does not a heart beat under these silks and satins?" From the group of timid ladies came a tall figure clad in a white silk dress, and kneeling next to Louison she softly said: "Here I am."
He knew Louison was poor, and he said to himself he had no right to prevent the pretty girl from earning so much money. Moreover, she was not called "The Marquise" for nothing, and Velletri's mien reassured the host. So he came to the conclusion that there was no danger to be feared for his protégée.
A stream of blood gushed from the wound, and with a low moan the wounded man sank to the ground. Before he could rise to his feet again, Velletri had seized the vicomte by the arm, and in spite of his resistance dragged him down the stairs. When Aube looked around for them, they had already left and not a trace of Louison could be found.
Montferrand had come to the street-singer's rescue. The vicomte roared like a wild bull, and, seizing a knife from the table, rushed upon Arthur. The two men struggled with one another. The table fell over; and while Louison unsuccessfully tried to separate the combatants, Velletri looked coolly at the fray. "Help! murder!" cried Louison in desperation. She did not think of escape.
And as to Major Hawke and this Madame Louison I've the Guv'nor's own orders they are never to see Miss Nadine. That is, Hawke not at all, and the lady only when Miss Delande is present! Them's my solid orders, and the old Guv'nor put my eye out with a ten-pound note the first I ever got from him. No, Captain!
"Louison, how did you get here?" cried Irene, beside herself. "O God! I am neglecting you. Quick, go to your room again, you shall know all to-morrow." "Sister," whispered Louison, softly, "why do you wish to conceal something from me which I already know? Tell me what has happened to Fanfaro? I know danger threatens him, and two can bear the heaviest burden easier than one."
Only a few weeks ago she could hardly move a limb, but since a short time her condition has wonderfully improved, and she can now walk, though not without assistance." "But her name what is she called?" "Ah, my dear sir, I do not know her real name; the people who live in her neighborhood in Paris call her the 'Burned Woman, and Louison calls her mamma or mother." "Louison? Who is that?"
"Why?" She stirred the mane of her horse with a red riding-whip. "Why not?" I inquired, my heart beating fast. "If I knew if I were justified you know I am her friend. I know all her secrets." "Will you not be my friend also?" I interrupted. "A friend of Louison, he is mine," said she. "Ah, ma'm'selle, then I confess to you it is because I love her." "I knew it; I am no fool," was her answer.
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