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"I assure you, father, that I have taken a firm resolution." "Oh! you may dispense with your periodical repentance." Mlle. Gilberte stepped forward. "I'll stand warrant," she said, "for Maxence's resolutions." Her father did not permit her to proceed. "Enough," he interrupted somewhat harshly. "Mind your own business, Gilberte! I have to speak to you too." "To me, father?" "Yes."
Allow justice and the police to pursue their work. Whatever may be your suspicions, hide them. I shall do for you as I would for Lucienne, whom I love as if she were my own child; for it so happens, that, in helping you, I shall help her." He could not help laughing at the astonishment, which at those words depicted itself upon Maxence's face; and gayly, "You don't understand," he added.
"And that you would like to deliver up to justice the villains who have benefitted by your father's crime, and who think themselves sure of impunity?" Tears of anger fell from Maxence's eyes. "Do you wish to take away all my courage?" he murmured. "No; but I wish to demonstrate to you the necessity of the step which I advise you to take.
The result was that the artist beamed with satisfaction as he went out of the house with the Rabouilleuse on his arm, all of which helped Maxence's plans immensely.
"Only," he added, "I attributed your want of punctuality to another reason, a very pretty one this time, a brunette." A purple cloud spread over Maxence's cheeks. "What!" he stammered, "you know?" "I thought you must have been in haste to go and tell a person of your acquaintance why, when you saw me yesterday, you uttered an exclamation of surprise." This time Maxence lost all countenance.
There was there an old newspaper-vender, who had placed in M. Favoral's hands all she had in the world, the savings of her entire life, five hundred francs. Clinging desperately to Maxence's garments, she begged him to give them back to her, swearing, that, if he did not, there was nothing left for her to do, except to throw herself in the river.
The long-headed old man instructed Madame Bridau carefully as to the line of conduct she ought to pursue, advising her to enter into Maxence's ideas and cajole Flore, so as to set up a sort of intimacy with her, and thus obtain a few moments' interview with Jean-Jacques alone. Madame Bridau was very warmly received by her brother, to whom Flore had taught his lesson.
You'll wear out more than one pair of boots running after women before you catch one like her." That was exactly Maxence's opinion; and yet with his coldest look, "Has she been long your tenant, dear Mme. Fortin?" he asked. "A little over a year.
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