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The man took a louis from his pocket and dropped it on the ground. Robeccal put his foot upon it. During this brief colloquy the two men had not looked at each other. The stranger lounged away, indifferent to all appearance, and Robeccal picked up the gold and disappeared in a different direction. Meanwhile, Gudel was talking in a low voice to his apparently new acquaintances.
Now you go on, little girl; after a while I will overtake you. I want to have a little talk with this villain!" "Don't get into any trouble, papa would be offended." "Good-bye, then." Robeccal saw the girl run off toward the village, and a wicked smile gleamed over his face. "Good," he said, between his teeth, "we shall make you pay for that!"
"Take this," he cried, "and unlock that door!" La Roulante counted the money. "No," she replied, "this is but thirty-two louis." "Come," persisted Fernando, dragging Talizac away. "Call again!" shouted the woman. "You need not be in a hurry, but call again!" And the door closed. "My idea is a good one," said La Roulante to Robeccal. "He will come back, and will bring the twenty thousand francs!"
The door opened noiselessly on well-oiled hinges. "Come in, all of you." It was Roulante who spoke. Francine was at once carried to a little cottage at the foot of a long garden, where, still unconscious, she was laid on a couch. Then Robeccal paid his assistants the sum agreed upon. They were not altogether satisfied, but he managed to get rid of them.
The amazing Iron Jaws! The Wild Woman! And Fanfar! Come in, gentlemen, come in!" Caillette, behind the curtain, was looking through a hole, with beating heart, murmuring, "She is not coming." And Robeccal, passing La Roulante, whispered in her ear, "It is done!" A horse, covered with sweat, was pulled up before the door. "You have not forgotten me?" said Irène de Salves to Bobichel.
"Do you mean to stay there forever, Fanfar?" was Gudel's next remark. Fanfar was the person to whom Caillette had addressed her smiles. With a laugh he swung himself down, and hung by his wrists a moment. "Good boy!" said Gudel. "You mean to keep yourself in practice, I see." Robeccal, with his hands in his pockets, lounged into the kitchen, and stood watching the preparations for dinner.
"Silence!" said Robeccal, passing the table. "Watch and be ready!" Meanwhile the people in the restaurant began to grumble at Francine's departure. She looked back from the stairs. "Have a little patience," she said, with her lovely smile, "when I come back very shortly, I will sing you my best songs." She followed Aubé to No. 11.
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.
Then he looked again at the President, and waited. In reality there was no other charge against him than the persistent declaration of Robeccal, but this was by the judges considered quite proof enough of his culpability. "You belong to a secret association, do you not?" asked the judge.
"Only a little way from here, but a man named Robeccal can tell you exactly." "Robeccal! A miserable scoundrel!" "You know him then?" "Only too well!" "I know that the Marquise boards with a woman who is bed-ridden, and I remember that she is sometimes spoken of as Cinette, or Francine." "Cinette!" cried Fanfar, "how old is she!" "Fifteen or sixteen, I should say." "Merciful Heavens!
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