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'And there is also de Sailles, I reminded him. 'He has a very just taste in these affairs. But who is our opponent?" "'It is Bertin, he answered." "I was astonished, and he told me all. It was an episode of quixotry, a thing entirely imprudent and altogether lovable in him. It chanced that on the evening of Bertin's little er fracas, Vaucher had passed by the impasse in which Bertin lived.
His pessimism gained some color that evening, when Truda had to face a house that was plainly willing to be unsympathetic; applause came doubtfully and in patches, till she gained a hold of them and made herself their master by main force of personality. Monsieur Vaucher, the manager, was still a connoisseur of art.
It was brief and ugly, but it marked a stage passed in Bertin's career. And it was only two days later that Vaucher came to me in my quarters with a manner at once deprecating and defiant. He sat in my arm-chair and laughed quietly before he spoke." "'I am looking for friends, he said; 'for a pair of friends." "Then, of course, I understood. I bade him count on me.
If in one of these points the barometer stands a few lines lower than in the other, the water will rise where it finds the least pressure of air, and this local intumescence will continue, till, from the effect of the wind, the equilibrium of the air is restored. M. Vaucher thinks that the tides in the lake of Geneva, known by the name of the seiches, arise from the same cause.
I remember that I stood, unable to move, staring aghast at this end to the affair; while Bertin threw down his sword, turned his back, and went to where his clothes lay. At that moment he seemed as vast against the morning sky as a monument, as a sphinx carved out of a mountain. He had spoken no word." "We took Vaucher back to the city. It was a cut in the head.
'Captain Bertin has to catch a train, she said, 'and if I did not watch the time for him, he would surely lose it. He has no idea of punctuality." "'I hope he has not much packing to do, I said." "'I have seen to that, she replied." "'Then I will not intrude upon your adieux, I said, preparing to depart. Ma foi, I was ready to weep, as Vaucher had wept, at the gay courage of her.
She gave her life to teach it. There will be no more Judenhetze in this city." "Her life to teach it," repeated Monsieur Vaucher. "She gave her life." His composure failed him suddenly, and he fell on his knees on the other side of what had been Truda Schottelius, weeping openly. "She never failed," he said. "She never failed. A great artist, Monsieur, the Schottelius!
Bertrand supposed that electrified clouds might locally attract and elevate the waters of the lake, and thus produce oscillations of level. H.B. de Saussure, in 1799, attributed the phenomenon to rapid local variations of atmospheric pressure on different parts of the lake. J.P.E. Vaucher, in 1802 and 1804, adopted de Saussure's explanation, and confirmed it by many excellent observations.
And that evening, as soon as it was dark enough to be convenient, I went." "There was still that light in the impasse by which my poor friend Vaucher had seen Madame Bertin weeping; but from the windows of the house there came none. It was shuttered like a fort. It was not till I had knocked many times upon the door that there came any response.
He was hot and nervous, and Truda met him with the splendid hauteur she could assume upon occasion to quell interference with her actions. Behind her, upon a couch, the child was lying wrapped in a shawl, looking on the pair of them and Truda's hovering maid with great almond eyes set in a little smooth swarthy face. "Madame, Madame!" cried M. Vaucher. "What is this I hear?
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