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La Roulante immediately seized her and pulled her back. Robeccal ran in. The girl struggled until, breathless and exhausted, she was thrown on the floor. "Give me that bottle!" said La Roulante. Robeccal understood, as did poor Francine, who resolutely closed her lips.

"Alone?" "I do not know." "Show me the house." "It is easy enough to find." "Show me the way." "No, it was not in the bargain." "Show me the way." Bobichel looked upon this delay as worthy of being celebrated, by lifting Robeccal by the skin of his neck as he would have lifted a cat. These people now took their way to the deserted house.

He went on, and when the quarrel burst out and he saw the knife in the hand of the Vicomte, he rushed down the stairs, and summoned the men at the table, who were on the watch for a signal from him. Aubé had heard Francine's cry and ran to her aid, but two of the men summoned by Robeccal stood before the door. "Let me pass!" cried Aubé. "Softly, good sir," was the reply.

"I got you into this trouble unintentionally, and now I must get you out!" She did not distrust him, she was too good for that. "Follow me!" said Robeccal. "I know a way into the street. No one will see you." Arthur and Frederic were still fighting; the tumult below had not decreased. Robeccal took the girl's hand, and led her to the door which opened into the private apartments of Aubé.

Finally the door opened, and Vidocq himself, the Chief of Police, entered. Robeccal, in a state of suppressed delight, had the audacity to wink at him. "At last!" said the prisoner. "Really, sir, I think I have had about enough of this. When am I to leave France?" "I think, my dear sir," answered Vidocq, in a somewhat sarcastic voice, "that you will not leave France." "Ah! I am glad to hear that."

Gudel and the former clown went out into the street and there abandoned themselves to their distress. To be condemned to death cannot be a very pleasant feeling, and Robeccal, though assured that he should not suffer, was naturally very uneasy. He did his best to keep up his courage, hoping every minute that some one would appear and furnish him with the means of leaving France.

The young girl drew a breath of relief, for she was becoming sorely frightened by the pursuit of the Vicomte, and an unusual knock made her feel that it was he. But the voice and the name of Robeccal tranquillized her fears. She opened the door our old friend of the circus stood before her. He began to grumble and scold. "I beg your pardon," said the girl, gently, "but I am in haste, and if "

And now, good-bye." He ran lightly down the stairs. When he reached the street he looked around. A man wrapped in a large cloak, a disguise much employed at that time, and wearing a broad-brimmed hat, approached him. "Well?" he said, quickly. "It is all right!" answered Robeccal. "She will come."

"It is a good idea," said Bobichel. "When shall we go?" "One of these nights, when it is not cold." "Have we far to go?" "What! Already afraid of fatigue? We will make that all easy, but I must go now!" "Where are you going?" "Come now, Bobichel, none of that! I don't like questions, and I don't choose to be watched!" And Robeccal walked off.

"I am to be trusted," said Bobichel, "particularly if there is a dirty piece of business on hand!" This was enough. Robeccal was warned. "Well then," he said, in a whisper, "I am about to leave Gudel." "No, not really!" "And if you desire, we can start together. I know of a place where we shall be received with open arms. What will Iron Jaws do without us! I laugh when we think of it!"

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