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At times he would hide so well that people said he had returned to his monastery; but just as we were congratulating ourselves on getting rid of him, we would hear that he had recently inflicted some terrible mortifications on himself in sackcloth and ashes; or else that he had gone barefooted on a pilgrimage into some of the wildest and most desolate parts of Varenne.
"If you should be asked where we sold the group, mention the Duc d'Herouville, the famous collector in the Rue de Varenne." The dealer nodded assent. "And your name?" said Hulot to the artist when he came back. "Count Steinbock." "Have you the papers that prove your identity?" "Yes, Monsieur le Baron. They are in Russian and in German, but not legalized."
I remarked to M. la Varenne as we crossed the courtyard that I supposed Paris had surrendered; but he replied in the negative so curtly, and with so little consideration, that I forebore to ask any other questions; and the Chateau being small, we found ourselves almost at once in a long, narrow corridor, which appeared to serve as the antechamber.
The peasants still believe that his ghost appears, either in the body of a wizard who shows malefactors the way to the dwellings of Varenne, or in that of an old white hare which reveals itself to people meditating some evil deed.
Take this, and be sure you say nothing about it to any one, especially to Mademoiselle Adelaide; and without waiting for one word of thanks, he was about to hurry away, when he was stopped by Mademoiselle de Varenne in person. 'Ah, Monsieur Lagnier, she merrily exclaimed, 'this is not fair.
Varenne, now serving but as clerk in the new bank of L'as et Compagnie, could have been called a man of no great standing; yet it was he whose presence had called hither these others to this unusual meeting.
Norbert de Varenne was writing an article, seated in an easychair; Jacques Rival, stretched upon a divan, was smoking a cigar. The room had the peculiar odor familiar to all journalists. When they approached M. Walter, Forestier said: "Here is my friend Duroy." The manager looked keenly at the young man and asked: "Have you brought my article?" Duroy drew the sheets of manuscript from his pocket.
The King took them into the theatre, where Destouches's opera of Isse was very well performed. The opera being finished, everybody went his way, and thus these marriage-fetes were brought to an end. Tesse had married his eldest daughter to La Varenne last year, and now married his second daughter to Maulevrier, son of a brother of Colbert.
This was the tale generally recounted and believed after the agent's return from Spain, so that Varenne was somewhat laughed at as having gone to Spain on a fool's errand, and as having got nothing from Mendoza but a disavowal of his former propositions.
It was while George Sand was pleading for a separation from her husband, on the ground of incompatibility of temperament, that "Mauprat" was written, and the powerful story, full of storm, sentiment, and passion, bears the marks of its tumultuous birth. I. Bernard Mauprat's Childhood In the district of Varenne, within a gloomy ravine, stands the ruined castle of Roche-Mauprat.
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