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Strange to say, however, nothing had been taken; the motive, therefore, was not robbery. More than all, when Violette had followed the tracks of the horses as far as the rond-point, he had found the countess, evidently on guard, at the pavilion.
The Marquis de Simeuse, son of this naval worthy, perished with his wife on the scaffold at Troyes, leaving twin sons, who emigrated and were, at the time our history opens, still in foreign parts following the fortunes of the house of Conde. The rond-point was the scene of the meet in the time of the "Grand Marquis" a name given in the family to the Simeuse who built Gondreville.
"I believe, sire, the place is called the Rond-point du Bois-Rochin." "Oh! the rendezvous of the hunt." "The very spot, sire." "Good; give me all the details you are acquainted with, respecting this unhappy affair, Monsieur de Manicamp." "Perhaps your majesty has already been informed of them, and I fear to fatigue you with useless repetition." "No, do not be afraid of that."
Ah! how completely the last six months in Paris had riveted him to this woman, who was the mistress of another! One day, Vaudrey had just left Marianne at the rond-point of the Champs-Élysées, the duke seeing her enter his house, said abruptly to her: "I was about to write you, Marianne." "Why, my dear duke?" "To ask an appointment." "You are always welcome, my friend, at our little retreat."
Zibeline's sleigh, which had glided swiftly, and without hindrance, along the unfrequented track used chiefly by equestrians, had indeed overtaken the Duchess's carriage. Turning abruptly to the left, it entered the open gateway belonging to one of the corner houses of the Rond-Point de l'Etoile.
"Went to Asnieres on tricycle by the Rond-Point of Courbevoie. Some difficult passages on road. Return easier by riverside, right bank. Beautiful hazy distances." "Found out boat-house of the Bilancourt boat-club. Spacious and rather nice. Keeper boat-builder. Came back by riverside, Auteuil and Bois. Charming harmony of grays in the sky silvery, bluish, rose-tinted, and lavender."
On the occasion of Noir's funeral my father and myself were in the Champs Elysees when the tumultuous revolutionary procession, in which Rochefort figured conspicuously, swept down the famous avenue along which the victorious Germans were to march little more than a year afterwards. Near the Rond-point the cortege was broken up and scattered by the police, whose violence was extreme.
When he reached the Rond-point Godefroid crossed it quickly, on account of the many carriages that were passing rapidly. As he reached the other side in haste he knocked against a young man with a lady on his arm. "Take care!" said the young man; "are you blind?" "Hey! is it you?" cried Godefroid, recognizing Auguste de Mergi.
She did not drive to and fro like the others, from the Rond-Point to the end of the Champs-Elysees. She drove straight to the Bois. There she left her carriage, walked for an hour, returned to her carriage, and drove rapidly home. All these circumstances which I had so often witnessed came back to my memory, and I regretted her death as one might regret the destruction of a beautiful work of art.
A crowd had thrown a stone at one of the windows, smashing it, and hurting a man who was peeping out. Nothing more. We could see a number of vehicles lined up like a barricade in the broad avenue of the Champs-Elysees, at the rond-point. "They are firing, yonder," said d'Houdetot. "Can you see the smoke?" "Pooh!" I replied. "It is the mist of the fountain. That fire is water."
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