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Might it not be if he did what this man desired that in it he would also find his revenge? "If you hate Gudel," this man had said, "I will give you an opportunity of paying off old scores." Robeccal opened the door and looked out. Yes, these were the men. Turning to the giantess, "Listen!" he said, "it is by no means certain that all is lost." "I don't understand." "No, but tell me quick.
Schwann appeared at the door at this moment. "Dinner is ready, good people," he said, soothingly. Robeccal said a few words in a whisper to the giantess, who shrugged her huge shoulders and made at once to the dining-room. Gudel held out his arms to his daughter. "Jump, child!" he said. And the girl obeyed. The father kissed her tenderly, for the two loved each other very much.
"She can't know anything!" said Gudel, uneasily. "Bobichel!" he called. "I am here, master!" answered the clown. "Where is Robeccal?" "I don't know he went away three hours ago." "Where was he going?" "I don't know I was too sleepy to ask." Gudel questioned Caillette again. "Had La Roulante distinctly spoken of papers?" It was only too clear that there had been spies in their camp.
"Made a mistake, eh?" The giantess started. "Ah! he is better," said a treacherous voice. It was Robeccal who spoke. He feared lest his absence would look badly, and he had come back. "A physician is wanted," exclaimed Fanfar, turning to Schwann, who was weeping like a child. "There is none in the village, none nearer than Vagney, a league away." "Then I will go for him." "But the inundation.
Then, with his shoulder, the Brigadier burst it open. "Gone!" roared Robeccal, and looking round he quickly espied the improvised rope at the window, and flew down the stairs. Cyprien drew the Brigadier aside. "Spare no exertion. The fate of France depends on you, now!" he said. The Brigadier became immensely important on hearing these words.
"A residence has been assigned to you in a most delightful climate." "And where may that be? What is the name of the place?" "You will have no difficulty in remembering it, I fancy. Toulon is the name." "Toulon!" repeated Robeccal, his eyes fairly starting from his head. "Yes, your punishment has been changed. You are condemned, not to death, but to imprisonment for life."
"No," she said, "if I let him out I shall have to divide the money." And without more thought of Robeccal she too went away. The hôtel of the Marquis de Fongereues was ablaze with lights. Magdalena having determined that her son's triumph should be dazzling, invitations had been sent to every one of distinction.
The peasants slowly raised the injured man, and as they crossed the Square, they beheld a singular scene. Bobichel had Robeccal by the throat, and pressed his knees on his adversary's chest. "Ah! Bobichel," cried Schwann, "is this the time to fight?" Bobichel rose, and seemed to hesitate, then he flung the scoundrel from him, with contempt and loathing.
"But what am I to do with him?" asked Bobichel, pointing to Robeccal, "Ah! I have it." He seized a rope and bound Robeccal firmly, and then bundled him into a closet, which he locked and put the key into his pocket. They drove La Roulante out of the house, and locked that door also, and then hurried back to the city. La Roulante when she was thus left hesitated a moment.
When Francine found herself in the power of these scoundrels she fainted away, and these men carried her over their shoulders as if she had been a bag of flour, perfectly indifferent to her beauty. Robeccal suddenly bade them halt. They had reached the vile place known as the Cour de Bretagne, a part of Paris known for its poverty and vice.
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