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Updated: May 22, 2025
Fanfar was an artist, his playing was wonderful. The music became faster and faster, and Caillette's little feet seemed hardly to touch the rope, they twinkled like stars, while Fanfar's bow looked only like a silver thread. He dropped the violin, and Caillette leaped into his arms. As she touched the ground, she threw at Irène a glance of laughing triumph. Then came Robeccal's turn.
While she stands there, we will see what is taking place in the house she has left. Robeccal and La Roulante when they left the house, went to take the diligence in the Rue Saint Denis. Their plans had been long made; they meant to return to Robeccal's former home.
When he reached Bobichel, who was still in his frog attitude, the clown gave a flourish with his leg and his foot, quite by accident of course, knocking off Robeccal's hat. "Look out!" cried Robeccal. "Oh! a thousand pardons," answered Bobichel, "I did not see you!" "Didn't you! Well! little Caillette saw me, and ran away, as if the devil were coming." "A girl's nonsense. Never mind her.
I will go to her and question her. From her replies I shall be able to judge if chance has really put me on the track of her whom I lost so long ago. But we ought to follow these scoundrels at once!" "I will see to them!" said Iron Jaws. "Can you give me the smallest clue?" "Only that of Robeccal's name." "Robeccal's name!" exclaimed Bobichel.
"I think it is about time!" grumbled one of Robeccal's men in reply. "Oh! I suppose you thought you were to be paid for nothing, did you?" Without heeding the growling of these fellows, Robeccal stepped up to a door and knocked. It was opened by a person who stood back in the shadow, and a hurried conversation took place. Satisfied apparently with what he heard, Robeccal bade his men follow him.
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