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A solicitor, named Sinot, who numbered all the royalists of Arcis among his clients, and who had not gone to the Giguet meeting, now detached himself from the group, and running to the door of the Marion house rang the bell violently. "What can be the matter?" said Frederic Marest, dropping his eyeglass, and calling the attention of his colleagues to this circumstance.
Frederic Marest, procureur-du-roi, a man about forty years of age, who had spent six years of his life under the Restoration in becoming a substitute only to be neglected and left in Arcis by the government of July, in spite of the fact that he had some eighteen thousand francs a year of his own, was perpetually kept on the rack between the necessity of winning the good graces of young Vinet's father a touchy attorney-general who might become Keeper of the Seals and of keeping his own dignity.
Though the sub-prefect and Frederic Marest tried to get an explanation of these words, Pigoult refused to give the reason of an exclamation which seemed to them big with meaning and implying a certain knowledge of the plans of the Beauvisage family.
Panawe was sterner than usual, while his wife clung to his arm. "It is Alppain our second sun," he replied. "Those hills are the Ifdawn Marest.... Now let us get to our shelter." "Is it imagination, or am I really being affected tormented by that light?" "No, it's not imagination it's real. How can it be otherwise when two suns, of different natures, are drawing you at the same time?
I therefore made up my mind to travel into my mother's country, where, as she had often told me, nature was most sacred and solitary. "One hot morning I came to Shaping's Causeway. It is so called either because Shaping once crossed it, or because of its stupendous character. It is a natural embankment, twenty miles long, which links the mountains bordering my homeland with the Ifdawn Marest.
The following day, at two o'clock, a young man entered the office, whom Oscar recognized as Georges Marest, now head-clerk of the notary Hannequin. "Ha! here's the friend of Ali pacha!" he exclaimed in a flippant way. "Hey! you here, Monsieur l'ambassadeur!" returned Georges, recollecting Oscar. "So you know each other?" said Godeschal, addressing Georges. "I should think so!
Ten minutes later a handsome young man, with a fine figure and pleasant face, presented himself, asked for Monsieur Desroches, and gave his name without hesitation to Godeschal. "I am Frederic Marest," he said, "and I come to take the place of third clerk." "Monsieur Husson," said Godeschal to Oscar, "show monsieur his seat and tell him about the customs of the office."
It is forced to keep on good terms with the only man who is comparable to Monsieur de Talleyrand. It is not to the prefect, but to the Comte de Gondreville that you ought to send the commissary of police." "Meanwhile," said Frederic Marest, "the Opposition is bestirring itself; you see yourselves the influence of Monsieur Giguet.
First," he said, beginning to count on his fingers, "Antonin Goulard, sub-prefect, for one; Frederic Marest, procureur-du-roi, there's two; Monsieur Olivier Vinet, his substitute, three; Monsieur Martener, examining-judge, four; the justice of peace "
"A sort of gladness came over me," said Maskull, "but perhaps I am mistaken." They passed on. The scenery gradually changed in character. The solid parts of the land grew more continuous, the fissures became narrower and more infrequent. There were now no more subsidences or upheavals. The peculiar nature of the Ifdawn Marest appeared to be giving place to a different order of things.
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