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Thus did Maxence spend his boyhood between equally fatal exaggerations, between the revolting brutalities of his father, and the dangerous caresses of his mother; the one depriving him of every thing, the other refusing him nothing. For Mme. Favoral had now found a use for her humble savings.
To-day my man was so busy, that I said to myself, 'Bash, for once! And behold the consequences!" It was with inexpressible astonishment that Maxence was listening. It was with a profound stupor that he discovered between Marius and the commissary that serious intimacy which is the result of long intercourse, real esteem, and common hopes. "It is not an accident, then," remarked M. de Tregars.
But as soon as he had narrated, with a fidelity that did honor to his memory, all that had just occurred, "Nothing is lost yet," declared M. de Tregars. And, taking from his pocket the bill for two trunks, which had been found in M. Favoral's portfolio, "There," he said, "we shall know our fate." M. de Tregars and Maxence were in luck.
But was it probable, was it even possible, that M. Costeclar could venture upon such a step after Mlle. Gilberte's treatment of him on the previous Saturday evening? "No, a thousand times no!" affirmed Maxence to his mother and sister. "So you may rest easy." Indeed they tried to be, until that very afternoon the sound of rapidly-rolling wheels attracted Mme. Favoral to the window.
You told me, 'Steal! and I stole. You told me, 'Kill! and I tried to kill." "Fly. A man who has twelve hundred thousand francs in gold, bank-notes, and good securities, can always get along." "And my wife and children?" "Maxence is old enough to help his mother. Gilberte will find a husband: depend upon it. Besides, what's to prevent you from sending them money?" "They would refuse it."
Maxence Gilet, the butt of many jests, was soon forgotten, and for this reason: In 1806, a year after Doctor Rouget's death, the lad, who seemed to have been created for a venturesome life, and was moreover gifted with remarkable vigor and agility, got into a series of scrapes which more or less threatened his safety.
People whispered among themselves, and pointed him out with looks of hatred and irony. That was because he was now the son of the dishonest cashier tracked by the police, of the man whose crime brought disaster upon so many innocent parties. Mortified and ashamed, Maxence was hurrying on, his head down, his cheek burning, his throat parched, when, in front of a wine-shop,
In less than five minutes they were off; and, as they went out, they had to disturb Mme. Fortin, who stood at the door, gossiping with two or three of the neighboring shop-keepers. As soon as Maxence and Mlle. Lucienne were out of hearing, "You see that young man," said the honorable proprietress of the Hotel des Folies to her interlocutors.
The first thing is, then, to get possession of my uncle; I've an eye that cows a fool," said Philippe, giving Monsieur Hochon an atrocious glance that made the old man tremble. "If they let him walk with you, Maxence must believe he has found some means to win the game," remarked the old miser. "Oh! Fario is on the watch," said Philippe, "and he is not alone.
"You are very anxious to marry my sister, sir," he commenced. During their short walk M. Costeclar had recovered himself. He had resumed all his impertinent assurance. Looking at Maxence from head to foot with any thing but a friendly look, "It is my dearest and my most ardent wish, sir," he replied. "Very well.
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