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The giantess only wished to get rid of Gudel, whom she now hated, and marry this man whom she loved. It was clear that Gudel's suspicions were excited in fact, his wife and Robeccal were doing their best to arouse him. If Gudel were dead, La Roulante would look out for his daughter, of course, and the giantess saw opening before her a vista of delightful cruelties she could practice on the girl.
It was time for the girl to go out, and, as it was Mardi Gras, she hoped for large receipts. She returned to her chamber and took her guitar. Just as she was going out, she heard a knock on her door. She started, and called out: "Who is it?" "A friend?" "Your name?" "You do not know me." "Tell me your name." A stifled oath was the reply. "Open the door, I say. My name is Robeccal."
"Is she here?" he asked. "Yes, she is here," answered La Roulante. Talizac rose. "I must repair the disorder of my toilette," he said. "Robeccal, come with me." On Talizac's return, he asked La Roulante where the Marquise was. "Oh! she is asleep," was the reply. "Show me where she is, and move a little faster!" "It strikes me, sir, that you are not over polite," muttered Robeccal.
All this, however, by no means proved that he himself was innocent of participation in the crime. Fanfar had not mentioned the affair of the deserted house, for he did not wish his sister's name to appear. This was a great relief to Robeccal, who, in spite of the manner in which he had been treated by La Roulante, did not wish to get her into trouble. The trial took its course.
From this moment the trial went on rapidly. The sentence was a foregone conclusion. Robeccal was condemned to death. Fanfar, under the name of Jacques Fougère, was sentenced to the galleys for life. But just as the sentenced was pronounced, a singular event occurred. Fanfar rose and opened his lips as if to speak, extended his arm, and fell full length on the floor.
She hated Caillette for her youth and her beauty; she hated Fanfar for his goodness, and hated Gudel for his patience and for his good spirits. Robeccal joined the troop. Gudel had found him dying of hunger, and had rescued him. Soon he and Roulante were on excellent terms; both were thoroughly vicious.
"Did the master give you no note for me?" she asked, at length. "How suspicious you are! What are you afraid of!" "Nothing. I will call at the restaurant now, when I go out." "You must decide now, for if you decline I am to go for the man who has no arms, but who sings so well." Robeccal showed her a card on which was written the girl's address and that of the armless singer.
Francine's hesitation vanished she accepted the proposition. "I will go," she said, "and at what hour?" "At eight o'clock, sharp," Robeccal replied. "And how long shall I be wanted?" A wicked light came into the man's eyes. "I don't know exactly until ten or eleven, I suppose." "But I must be home before midnight." "Oh! of course; and if you are afraid to come alone, I am at your service.
The room above was elegantly furnished, and had long windows looking out upon the garden, which seemed to stretch out indefinitely. In reality it ended at no very great distance in a wall sixteen feet in height. As Robeccal laid the girl on the bed, he looked at her again with some anxiety. She was absolutely motionless. There came a knock at the door. Robeccal started.
I am sorry to pain you, but I feel sure if Robeccal has assisted in carrying away this girl that he has placed her with La Roulante. Therefore, while I go to see Cinette's sick friend, you will hunt up this woman and her accomplice. Will you do this, Gudel?" Gudel, whose face had been buried in his hands, now looked up.
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