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"No; that is to say, yes. There was one who asked me if Monsieur Caffie was at home; but I know him well; that is why I answered No." "And who is he?" "One of Monsieur Caffies old clerks." "His name?" "Monsieur Florentin Monsieur Florentin Cormier." Saniel's hand was arrested at this name, but he did not raise his head. "At what hour did he come?" asked the commissioner.
Again Saniel's pen stopped, and he was obliged to lean his hand on the table to prevent its trembling. "Who was it?" "Ah! That I do not know," she answered. "I did not see him, but I heard him, the step of a man. It was this rascal who killed him, you may be sure." This seemed likely. "He went out while I was on the stairs; he knew the customs of the house." Saniel continued his report.
Then there were long silences that Madame Cormier interrupted by going to the kitchen to look after her dinner, that had been ready since two o'clock. Not knowing what to say or do in the presence of Saniel's sombre face and preoccupation, which she could not explain, she asked him if he had dined. "Not yet."
At Saniel's words, Madame Cormier's hands began to tremble, and the trembling increased. "Is it possible?" she murmured, beginning to cry. "So great a happiness for my daughter! Such an honor for us, for us, for us!" "I love her." "Forgive me if happiness makes me forget the conventionalities, but I lose my head. We are so unhappy that our souls are weak against joy.
He had also said that Florentin could not be arrested, basing the accusation on the torn button, and he had said that certainly an 'ordonnance de non-lieu' would be given by the judge; but they wished to remember neither the one nor the other. Things had reached this state, when one Saturday evening Phillis arrived at Saniel's, radiant. As soon as the door opened she exclaimed: "He is saved!"
Then there were long silences that Madame Cormier interrupted by going to the kitchen to look after her dinner, that had been ready since two o'clock. Not knowing what to say or do in the presence of Saniel's sombre face and preoccupation, which she could not explain, she asked him if he had dined. "Not yet."
In spite of Saniel's efforts and solicitations, supported by Nougarede's, Florentin had embarked for New Caledonia, whence he wrote as often as he could.
At Saniel's words, Madame Cormier's hands began to tremble, and the trembling increased. "Is it possible?" she murmured, beginning to cry. "So great a happiness for my daughter! Such an honor for us, for us, for us!" "I love her." "Forgive me if happiness makes me forget the conventionalities, but I lose my head. We are so unhappy that our souls are weak against joy.
Again Saniel's pen stopped, and he was obliged to lean his hand on the table to prevent its trembling. "Who was it?" "Ah! That I do not know," she answered. "I did not see him, but I heard him, the step of a man. It was this rascal who killed him, you may be sure." This seemed likely. "He went out while I was on the stairs; he knew the customs of the house." Saniel continued his report.
It was the express wagon. "See that they do not take what does not belong to us," Phillis said. "While they fill their wagon I will write in the parlor." At the end of an hour the wagon was ready. Madame Cormier entered the parlor to tell her daughter. "I have finished," Phillis said. Having placed her letter in an envelope, she laid it in full view on Saniel's desk. "Now let us go," she said.
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