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Updated: June 21, 2025
"Tell me," cried M. Vulfran, turning his sightless eyes towards Perrine, who was trembling from head to foot, "why this little girl did not say who she was? You understand how deeply a little girl can feel, so can you explain this?" Perrine took a few steps towards him. "Tell me why she does not come into my arms ... her grandfather's arms."
Since he had gone blind his nephews or Talouel read the French mail aloud to him; the English letters were given to Fabry and the German to Mombleux. The day following the conversation between Fabry and Mombleux which had caused Perrine so much anxiety, M. Vulfran, his nephews and the manager were occupied with the morning's mail. Suddenly Theodore exclaimed: "A letter from Dacca, dated May 29."
Simultaneously, Theodore and Talouel cast a quick look at M. Vulfran, but catching each other in this act, which betrayed that each was intensely curious, they both assumed an indifferent air. "I'm putting the letter on your table, uncle," said Theodore. "Give it to me," replied M. Vulfran.
As the days passed M. Vulfran became very weak. At last he was confined to his room with a serious attack of bronchitis, and the entire management of the works was given over to Talouel, who was triumphant. When he recovered he was in such a state of apathy that it was alarming. They could not rouse him; nothing seemed to interest him, not even his business.
"Oh, sir, I think my two fingers are broken," she said, "although I am not in much pain." "Well, why are you crying?" asked M. Vulfran, tenderly. "Because you speak so kindly to me." Talouel shrugged his shoulders. "Now go home at once," said M. Vulfran, "and I'll send the doctor to you." "Write a note to Dr.
It will be at my expense and I shall be there." Talouel jumped. "And let everyone know," continued M. Vulfran, "that all who wish to go to the church tomorrow, can take the time off. This fire is a great misfortune." "We are not responsible for it," said Talouel. "Not directly ... no," said M. Vulfran. Perrine had another surprise the next morning.
Yesterday she translated the 'Dundee News' more intelligently than Bendit. And it was the first time that she had read trade journal stuff." "Does anyone know who her parents were?" asked the manager. "Perhaps Talouel does; I do not," said Vulfran. "She is in a very miserable and pitiful condition," said the manager. "I gave her five francs for her food and lodging."
If this proposition was acceptable, the reply was to be sent to N. 917, General Delivery, Serajevo. This letter seemed to give M. Vulfran so much relief and joy that it was a confession of what his fears had been. For the first time since he had commenced his investigations, he spoke of his son to his two nephews and Talouel.
These men knew the habits of M. Vulfran, his nephews, and Talouel, of whom she stood so much in fear; a word from them would enlighten her and she might be shown a danger which she did not even suspect, and if she was aware of it she could avoid it. She would not spy upon them. She would not listen at doors. When they were speaking they knew that they were not alone.
In the state of mind in which she was suddenly thrown, this precaution only made her the more anxious. "The person whom we had lost trace of," said Fabry, without looking at Perrine, "came on to Paris. There she died. Here is a copy of the death certificate. It is in the name of Marie Doressany, widow of Edmond Vulfran Paindavoine." With trembling hands the blind man took the paper.
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