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the crush that nearly smothered him, the young man, with his head thrown backward, once more exclaimed: "Bread!" "Hold on! here it is!" said Pere Roque, firing a shot from his gun. There was a fearful howl--then, silence. At the side of the trough something white could be seen lying. After this, M. Roque returned to his abode, for he had a house in the Rue Saint-Martin, which he used as a temporary residence; and the injury done to the front of the building during the riots had in no slight degree contributed to excite his rage. It seemed to him, when he next saw it, that he had exaggerated the amount of damage done to it. His recent act had a soothing effect on him, as if it indemnified him for his loss. It was his daughter herself who opened the door for him. She immediately made the remark that she had felt uneasy at his excessively prolonged absence. She was afraid that he had met with some misfortune--that he had been wounded. This manifestation of filial love softened Pere Roque. He was astonished that she should have set out on a journey without Catherine. "I sent her out on a message," was Louise's reply. And she made enquiries about his health, about one thing or another; then, with an air of indifference, she asked him whether he had chanced to come across Frederick: "No; I didn't see him!" It was on his account alone that she had come up from the country. Some one was walking at that moment in the lobby. "Oh! excuse me----" And she disappeared. Catherine had not found Frederick. He had been several days away, and his intimate friend, M. Deslauriers, was now living in the provinces. Louise once more presented herself, shaking all over, without being able to utter a word. She leaned against the furniture. "What's the matter with you? Tell me--what's the matter with you?" exclaimed her father. She indicated by a wave of her hand that it was nothing, and with a great effort of will she regained her composure. The keeper of the restaurant at the opposite side of the street brought them soup. But Pere Roque had passed through too exciting an ordeal to be able to control his emotions. "He is not likely to die;" and at dessert he had a sort of fainting fit. A doctor was at once sent for, and he prescribed a potion. Then, when M. Roque was in bed, he asked to be as well wrapped up as possible in order to bring on perspiration. He gasped; he moaned. "Thanks, my good Catherine
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