Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 28, 2025
"It is a fine day, colonel," said Rogron, when Gouraud with his heavy step entered the room. "But I'm not dressed; my sister wanted to go out, and I was going to keep the house. Wait for me; I'll be ready soon." So saying, Rogron left Sylvie alone with the colonel.
Accustomed in the old days to rule and to make inquisitions, to order about and reprove their clerks sharply, Rogron and his sister had actually suffered for want of victims. Little minds need to practise despotism to relieve their nerves, just as great souls thirst for equality in friendship to exercise their hearts.
"A criminal charge!" cried Rogron, who had come into the room. "Why? What for?" "First of all," said the lawyer, looking at Sylvie, "explain to me without concealment and as if you stood before God, what happened in this house last night they talk of amputating Pierrette's hand." Sylvie turned livid and shuddered. "Then there is some truth in it?" said Vinet.
As it was impossible to keep Pierrette, their ruined little granddaughter, with them, the old Lorrains bethought themselves of her uncle and aunt Rogron, in Provins, to whom they wrote. These Rogrons were dead. The letter might, therefore, have easily been lost; but if anything here below can take the place of Providence, it is the post.
The contract could be drawn immediately. Mademoiselle Rogron agreed, in consideration of the marriage, to appear in the contract as settling her capital on her brother, retaining only the income of it.
When Pierrette screamed, the horror of that cry went to her heart as sharply as it did to Brigaut's. Together they would have roused the neighborhood if Rogron, in his terror, had not opened the door.
"Ah, he'll be chief justice some of these days," said the builder. "How about Monsieur Tiphaine?" "Monsieur Tiphaine? he's got a pretty wife and is sure to get on. He'll go to Paris. Shall we paint the corridor?" "Yes, yes," said Rogron. "The Lesourds must be made to see that we are as good as they."
"You won't get off under three hundred francs," said Rogron, who could remember the different prices, and add them up from his former shop-keeping habit. "Three hundred francs!" cried Sylvie. "Yes, three hundred. Add it up." The brother and sister went over the calculation once more, and found the cost would be fully three hundred francs, not counting the making.
"Monsieur is writing a great archaeological work to explain these strange constructions," interposed Monsieur Martener, seeing that the deputy-judge was about to mount his hobby. Rogron came home much comforted to know that his house was in the valley. The crypts of Provins kept him occupied for a week in explorations, and gave a topic of conversation to the unhappy celibates for many evenings.
"There will be a terrible fight; but I will put my whole soul into it you'll have to make me a votive offering." "Oh, yes, yes," said Rogron. By half-past eleven the lawyer had plenary powers to draw the contract and conduct the defence of the Rogrons.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking