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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Should I succeed in securing an influential position at court, you shall be the first to profit by it." "Thanks, my lord. I know I can count on your word. To come back to Pierre Labarre, I think we should hunt him up as soon as possible." "I am ready; where does he live?" "At Vagney, about three hours distant." "It is now three o'clock," said the marquis, pulling out his watch.
The poor fellow rode away in the night to get a physician, and " "A physician? For me?" laughed Girdel. "Thank God, we are not so far gone." "But you were unconscious more than half an hour; we became frightened, and Fanfaro rode to Vagney." "He rode? On our old mare, perhaps? If he only returns," said Girdel, anxiously. "The water must be dangerous about Vagney."
"Monsieur Fanfaro," said Irene, advancing, "take my riding horse; it flies like the wind, and will carry you to Vagney in a short time." "She is foolish," complained Madame Ursula, while Fanfaro accepted Irene's offer without hesitating; "the riding horse is an English thoroughbred and cost two thousand francs." No one paid any attention to her.
"He has gone to Vagney for a doctor for you, dear father." Iron Jaws laughed aloud. "I want none of your poisoners here, let me tell you." He caught sight of Bobichel, as he spoke. The clown was crying like a baby. "What is the matter with you, Bob?" he asked. "Nothing, master, nothing at all; I am so happy." "You have been fighting, sir?" said Gudel. La Roulante bustled forward.
Next morning they rake the ashes for any charred fragments and keep them as valuable talismans to guard them against the stroke of lightning. At Vagney and other places near it in the Vosges it used to be customary on the same evening to grease the hinges and the latches of the doors, that no harsh grating sound should break the slumbers of the infant Christ.
An acrobat who came here this morning, and who owns two horses, refused to sell them to me." "That looks almost like a conspiracy!" exclaimed the marquis. "I think so too, and if I am permitted an advice " "Speak freely; what do you mean?" "That the best thing we can do is to start at once on foot. If we hurry, we can reach Vagney this evening, and the rest will take care of itself."
"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.
"Can we not reach Vagney by any other way?" "No, my lord." "Bah! the peasants exaggerate the danger so as to get increased prices for their services. Have you tried to get horses?" "Yes, my lord; but unfortunately no one in the village except the host owns any." "Then buy the host's horses." "He refuses to give me the animals.
"I am sorry, sir," said the latter, "to be the bearer of annoyances. You know that we at this season are liable to inundations, and we have just learned that the torrent that crosses the road at Vagney is rising rapidly, and makes it dangerous to travel." "But is there no other road?" "None which is not equally flooded. Every where the danger would be just as great."
Schwan, who was crying like a child, threw a sharp look at Robeckal, and Fanfaro now said: "Is there no physician in the neighborhood?" "No, there is no physician in Sainte-Ame, and Vagney is several miles distant." "No matter, I shall go to Vagney." "Impossible, the floods have destroyed all the roads; you risk your life, Fanfaro," said Schwan.
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