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It was generally supposed that he had passed the fortifications, when on the 8th of March, Petit, who had known Léridant, one of the Chouans, for a long time, saw him talking with a woman on the Boulevard Saint-Antoine. He followed him, and a little further off, saw him go up to a man who struck him as bearing a great likeness to Joyaut, whose description had been posted on all the walls.
But before this matter was decided, there had occurred a lamentable massacre at the gates of the residence of M. Guizot, the Minister for Foreign Affairs. The building had been surrounded by a fierce crowd, composed mainly of working-men from the Faubourg Saint-Antoine.
The brewer Santerre still controls the Faubourg Saint-Antoine, and Santerre is Moulins' friend." "Santerre has been warned that at the first inimical movement he attempts I will have him shot. Will you come?" "No." "As you please. You are separating your fortunes from mine; I do not separate mine from yours." Then, calling to his orderly, he said: "My horse!" They brought his horse.
I have seen them from a distance, when papa took me into town; but that was not very often. There are no churches like those in the Faubourg." "Which Faubourg did you live in?" "In the Faubourg." "Yes, but which?" "In the Rue de Charonne, madame." The inhabitants of the Faubourg Saint-Antoine never call that notorious district other than the Faubourg.
He dazzled me by the depth and the clearness of his judgment. Ah! if all those who attempt to judge books had been able to hear, what a lesson! Nothing escapes him. At the end of a passage of a hundred lines, he remembers a weak epithet! he gave me two or three suggestions of exquisite detail for Saint-Antoine. Do you think me very silly since you believe I am going to blame you for your primer?
I should like very much to see you: to see you; to read you Saint-Antoine, then to talk to you about another more important book, etc., and to talk about a hundred other things privately. CCXXXV. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT Nohant, 31 August, 1872 My old troubadour, Here we are back again at home, after a month passed, just as you said, at Cabourg, where chance more than intention placed us.
I find myself, therefore, in the same position in which M. Turenne found himself when opposed to the Prince de Conde at Jargeau, Gien and the Faubourg Saint-Antoine. He did not execrate monsieur le prince, it is true, but he obeyed the king. Monsieur le prince is an agreeable man, but the king is king. Turenne heaved a deep sigh, called Conde 'My cousin, and swept away his army.
The Faubourg Saint-Antoine had also other causes to tremble; for it received the counter-shock of commercial crises, of failures, strikes, slack seasons, all inherent to great political disturbances. In times of revolution misery is both cause and effect. The blow which it deals rebounds upon it.
In half an hour, during which Baron Hulot talked to Lisbeth of nothing but little Atala Judici for he had fallen by degrees to those base passions that ruin old men she set him down with two thousand francs in his pocket, in the Rue de Charonne, Faubourg Saint-Antoine, at the door of a doubtful and sinister-looking house. "Good-day, cousin; so now you are to be called Thorec, I suppose?
"Answer me as though I knew nothing." "Well, then, this is the Petit-Picpus convent." Memories recurred to Jean Valjean. Chance, that is to say, Providence, had cast him into precisely that convent in the Quartier Saint-Antoine where old Fauchelevent, crippled by the fall from his cart, had been admitted on his recommendation two years previously. He repeated, as though talking to himself:
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