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Maurice Leblanc - Arsene Lupin Part 7 of 99
CHAPTER II THE COMING OF THE CHAROLAISSonia went back to her table, and once more began putting wedding-cards in their envelopes and addressing them. Germaine moved restlessly about the room, fidgeting with the bric-a-brac on the cabinets, shifting the pieces about, interrupting Sonia to ask whether she preferred this arrangement or that, throwing herself into a chair to read a magazine, getting up in a couple of minutes to straighten a picture on the wall, throwing out all the while idle questions not worth answering. Ninety-nine human beings would have been irritated to exasperation by her fidgeting; Sonia endured it with a perfect patience. Five times Germaine asked her whether she should wear her heliotrope or her pink gown at a forthcoming dinner at Madame de Relzières’. Five times Sonia said, without the slightest variation in her tone, “I think you look better in the pink.” And all the while the pile of addressed envelopes rose steadily.
Presently the door opened, and Alfred stood on the threshold.
“Two gentlemen have called to see you, miss,” he said.
“Ah, the two Du Buits,” cried Germaine.
“They didn’t give their names, miss.”
“A gentleman in the prime of life and a younger one?” said Germaine.
“Yes, miss.”
“I thought so. Show them in.”
“Yes, miss. And have you any orders for me to give Victoire when we get to Paris?” said Alfred.
“No. Are you starting soon?”
“Yes, miss. We’re all going by the seven o’clock train. It’s a long way from here to Paris; we shall only reach it at nine in the morning. That will give us just time to get the house ready for you by the time you get there to-morrow evening,” said Alfred.
“Is everything packed?”
“Yes, miss—everything. The cart has already taken the heavy luggage to the station. All you’ll have to do is to see after your bags.”
“That’s all right. Show M. du Buit and his brother in,” said Germaine.
She moved to a chair near the window, and disposed herself in an attitude of studied, and obviously studied, grace.
As she leant her head at a charming angle back against the tall back of the chair, her eyes fell on the window, and they opened wide.
“Why, whatever’s this?” she cried, pointing to it.
“Whatever’s what?” said Sonia, without raising her eyes from the envelope she was addressing.
“Why, the window. Look! one of the panes has been taken out. It looks as if it had been cut.”
“So it has—just at the level of the fastening,” said Sonia. And the two girls stared at the gap.
“Haven’t you noticed it before?” said Germaine.
“No; the broken glass must have fallen outside,” said Sonia.
The noise of the opening of the door drew their attention from the window. Two figures were advancing towards them—a short, round, tubby man of fifty-five, red-faced, bald, with bright grey eyes, which seemed to be continually dancing away from meeting the eyes of any other human being. Behind him came a slim young man, dark and grave. For all the difference in their colouring, it was clear that they were father and son: their eyes were set so close together. The son seemed to have inherited, along with her black eyes, his mother’s nose, thin and aquiline; the nose of the father started thin from the brow, but ended in a scarlet bulb eloquent of an exhaustive acquaintance with the vintages of the world.
Germaine rose, looking at them with an air of some surprise and uncertainty: these were not her friends, the Du Buits.
The elder man, advancing with a smiling bonhomie, bowed, and said in an adenoid voice, ingratiating of tone: “I’m M. Charolais, young ladies—M. Charolais—retired brewer—chevalier of the Legion of Honour—landowner at Rennes. Let me introduce my son.” The young man bowed awkwardly. “We came from Rennes this morning, and we lunched at Kerlor’s farm.”
“Shall I order tea for them?” whispered Sonia.
“Gracious, no!” said Germaine sharply under her breath; then, louder, she said to M. Charolais, “And what is your object in calling?”
“We asked to see your father,” said M. Charolais, smiling with broad amiability, while his eyes danced across her face, avoiding any meeting with hers. “The footman told us that M. Gournay-Martin was out, but that his daughter was at home. And we were unable, quite unable, to deny ourselves the pleasure of meeting you.” With that he sat down; and his son followed his example.
Sonia and Germaine, taken aback, looked at one another in some perplexity.
“What a fine château, papa!” said the young man.#CHAPTERII #CHAROLAIS #Germaine #Sonia #MadamedeRelzières’ #Alfred #DuBuits #Paris #M_Charolais #LegionofHonour #Rennes #Kerlor #M_Gournay-Martin #ArseneLupin #MauriceLeBlanc #mystery #booktoot
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Maurice Leblanc - Arsene Lupin Part 7 of 99
CHAPTER II THE COMING OF THE CHAROLAISSonia went back to her table, and once more began putting wedding-cards in their envelopes and addressing them. Germaine moved restlessly about the room, fidgeting with the bric-a-brac on the cabinets, shifting the pieces about, interrupting Sonia to ask whether she preferred this arrangement or that, throwing herself into a chair to read a magazine, getting up in a couple of minutes to straighten a picture on the wall, throwing out all the while idle questions not worth answering. Ninety-nine human beings would have been irritated to exasperation by her fidgeting; Sonia endured it with a perfect patience. Five times Germaine asked her whether she should wear her heliotrope or her pink gown at a forthcoming dinner at Madame de Relzières’. Five times Sonia said, without the slightest variation in her tone, “I think you look better in the pink.” And all the while the pile of addressed envelopes rose steadily.
Presently the door opened, and Alfred stood on the threshold.
“Two gentlemen have called to see you, miss,” he said.
“Ah, the two Du Buits,” cried Germaine.
“They didn’t give their names, miss.”
“A gentleman in the prime of life and a younger one?” said Germaine.
“Yes, miss.”
“I thought so. Show them in.”
“Yes, miss. And have you any orders for me to give Victoire when we get to Paris?” said Alfred.
“No. Are you starting soon?”
“Yes, miss. We’re all going by the seven o’clock train. It’s a long way from here to Paris; we shall only reach it at nine in the morning. That will give us just time to get the house ready for you by the time you get there to-morrow evening,” said Alfred.
“Is everything packed?”
“Yes, miss—everything. The cart has already taken the heavy luggage to the station. All you’ll have to do is to see after your bags.”
“That’s all right. Show M. du Buit and his brother in,” said Germaine.
She moved to a chair near the window, and disposed herself in an attitude of studied, and obviously studied, grace.
As she leant her head at a charming angle back against the tall back of the chair, her eyes fell on the window, and they opened wide.
“Why, whatever’s this?” she cried, pointing to it.
“Whatever’s what?” said Sonia, without raising her eyes from the envelope she was addressing.
“Why, the window. Look! one of the panes has been taken out. It looks as if it had been cut.”
“So it has—just at the level of the fastening,” said Sonia. And the two girls stared at the gap.
“Haven’t you noticed it before?” said Germaine.
“No; the broken glass must have fallen outside,” said Sonia.
The noise of the opening of the door drew their attention from the window. Two figures were advancing towards them—a short, round, tubby man of fifty-five, red-faced, bald, with bright grey eyes, which seemed to be continually dancing away from meeting the eyes of any other human being. Behind him came a slim young man, dark and grave. For all the difference in their colouring, it was clear that they were father and son: their eyes were set so close together. The son seemed to have inherited, along with her black eyes, his mother’s nose, thin and aquiline; the nose of the father started thin from the brow, but ended in a scarlet bulb eloquent of an exhaustive acquaintance with the vintages of the world.
Germaine rose, looking at them with an air of some surprise and uncertainty: these were not her friends, the Du Buits.
The elder man, advancing with a smiling bonhomie, bowed, and said in an adenoid voice, ingratiating of tone: “I’m M. Charolais, young ladies—M. Charolais—retired brewer—chevalier of the Legion of Honour—landowner at Rennes. Let me introduce my son.” The young man bowed awkwardly. “We came from Rennes this morning, and we lunched at Kerlor’s farm.”
“Shall I order tea for them?” whispered Sonia.
“Gracious, no!” said Germaine sharply under her breath; then, louder, she said to M. Charolais, “And what is your object in calling?”
“We asked to see your father,” said M. Charolais, smiling with broad amiability, while his eyes danced across her face, avoiding any meeting with hers. “The footman told us that M. Gournay-Martin was out, but that his daughter was at home. And we were unable, quite unable, to deny ourselves the pleasure of meeting you.” With that he sat down; and his son followed his example.
Sonia and Germaine, taken aback, looked at one another in some perplexity.
“What a fine château, papa!” said the young man.#CHAPTERII #CHAROLAIS #Germaine #Sonia #MadamedeRelzières’ #Alfred #DuBuits #Paris #M_Charolais #LegionofHonour #Rennes #Kerlor #M_Gournay-Martin #ArseneLupin #MauriceLeBlanc #mystery #booktoot
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📊 Combien d'actions ont été menées ? Combien de personnes ont participé ? Combien de milliards de stickers ont été collés, combien de posts, d'affiches, de dates d'expo ? Comment ça s'est passé ?
👉 On répond à toutes ces questions et d'autres ce soir pour le Bilan de notre #QuinzaineSentience !
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En revenant du resto, nous avons fait une petite balade sur les remparts. Il y avait même un goéland qui venait réclamer de la bouffe aux touristes. Beaucoup moins sauvage qu'une poule ! À croire qu'il était payé par le syndicat d'initiative.
#IleDeRé #ocean #mer #oiseaux #soleilcouchant
#soleil #architecture -
De passage sur l'île de Ré, j'essaie de joindre l'agréable à l'utile.
Alors voici les remparts de Saint-Martin-de-Ré (Vauban, bien sûr).
Malheureusement, même s'il fait un chouïa moins chaud que sur le continent, il fait quand même une chaleur à crever, il n'y a pas un souffle d'air.
#IleDeRé #ocean #mer #paysage #architecture #landscape -
De passage sur l'île de Ré, j'essaie de joindre l'agréable à l'utile.
Alors voici les remparts de Saint-Martin-de-Ré (Vauban, bien sûr).
Malheureusement, même s'il fait un chouïa moins chaud que sur le continent, il fait quand même une chaleur à crever, il n'y a pas un souffle d'air.
#IleDeRé #ocean #mer #paysage #architecture #landscape -
De passage sur l'île de Ré, j'essaie de joindre l'agréable à l'utile.
Alors voici les remparts de Saint-Martin-de-Ré (Vauban, bien sûr).
Malheureusement, même s'il fait un chouïa moins chaud que sur le continent, il fait quand même une chaleur à crever, il n'y a pas un souffle d'air.
#IleDeRé #ocean #mer #paysage #architecture #landscape -
De passage sur l'île de Ré, j'essaie de joindre l'agréable à l'utile.
Alors voici les remparts de Saint-Martin-de-Ré (Vauban, bien sûr).
Malheureusement, même s'il fait un chouïa moins chaud que sur le continent, il fait quand même une chaleur à crever, il n'y a pas un souffle d'air.
#IleDeRé #ocean #mer #paysage #architecture #landscape -
De passage sur l'île de Ré, j'essaie de joindre l'agréable à l'utile.
Alors voici les remparts de Saint-Martin-de-Ré (Vauban, bien sûr).
Malheureusement, même s'il fait un chouïa moins chaud que sur le continent, il fait quand même une chaleur à crever, il n'y a pas un souffle d'air.
#IleDeRé #ocean #mer #paysage #architecture #landscape -
La #QuinzaineSentience, c'est déjà fini 🥺💕
Alors ce soir, à 20h, on passe la soirée ensemble pour clôturer ce grand moment de mobilisation, d'initiatives et d'actions ! 💃🔥
Soirée ouverte à toustes les membres du collectif.
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✊ N'hésitez pas à vous approprier ces fiches, à les imprimer, les afficher partout où vous voulez : leur usage est libre et très encouragé ! ✊
D'autres fiches sont à venir, stay tuned !
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👉 On retrouve notamment, pour l'un comme pour l'autre, les mêmes récits et arguments qui tentent de justifier la #domination sous prétexte de capacités jugées inférieures, de manque de rationalité ou d'autonomie, etc.
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🔥 NOUVEAU 🔥 #Validisme & #spécisme sont des systèmes qui suivent une logique similaire et se nourrissent l'un l'autre.
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https://projet-meduses.com/boite-a-outils/fiches-pratiques/validisme-et-specisme/ -
🔥 NOUVEAU 🔥 #Validisme & #spécisme sont des systèmes qui suivent une logique similaire et se nourrissent l'un l'autre.
👇👇👇
https://projet-meduses.com/boite-a-outils/fiches-pratiques/validisme-et-specisme/ -
🔥 NOUVEAU 🔥 #Validisme & #spécisme sont des systèmes qui suivent une logique similaire et se nourrissent l'un l'autre.
👇👇👇
https://projet-meduses.com/boite-a-outils/fiches-pratiques/validisme-et-specisme/ -
🔥 NOUVEAU 🔥 #Validisme & #spécisme sont des systèmes qui suivent une logique similaire et se nourrissent l'un l'autre.
👇👇👇
https://projet-meduses.com/boite-a-outils/fiches-pratiques/validisme-et-specisme/ -
🔥 NOUVEAU 🔥 #Validisme & #spécisme sont des systèmes qui suivent une logique similaire et se nourrissent l'un l'autre.
👇👇👇
https://projet-meduses.com/boite-a-outils/fiches-pratiques/validisme-et-specisme/ -
Comprends pas. Pourquoi ce jeu demande 6 Gb de ram ? Il y a des programmateurs qui ont des explications ? #jeuvideo #gaming : https://www.gog.com/fr/game/between_horizons_demo
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Ping @jastrow
Cf pouet au dessus, corneille seule au sol
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Allez hop on y va en avant pour ́l'aventure
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🔹Ce soir à 20h
🔹En direct sur notre chaîne YT
https://www.youtube.com/live/pv5_KDpzf5c🔹Animée par Jihem Doe, modérée par takara-orca.bsky.social, avec Swen à la technique
🔹 Événement organisé par le Projet Méduses dans le Cadre de la 5e édition de la #QuinzaineSentience
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👉 On parlera des liens entre les oppressions, de suprémacisme, de convergence de mouvements sociaux, mais aussi de cohérence des luttes, des points aveugles des milieux militants progressistes et de pistes pour un monde plus égalitaire.
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❤ Nous publions aujourd'hui une toute nouvelle Fiche Pratique, à télécharger librement sur notre site (lien en commentaire), qui complète la Fiche "Sexisme & Spécisme" déjà disponible.
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🔥 NOUVEAU 🔥 #Racisme & #spécisme sont des systèmes qui suivent une logique similaire et se nourrissent l'un l'autre.
👉 Lutter contre le spécisme permet par ailleurs de lutter contre le racisme, en attaquant la #déshumanisation à la racine.
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https://projet-meduses.com/boite-a-outils/fiches-pratiques/racisme-et-specisme/ -
🔥 NOUVEAU 🔥 #Racisme & #spécisme sont des systèmes qui suivent une logique similaire et se nourrissent l'un l'autre.
👉 Lutter contre le spécisme permet par ailleurs de lutter contre le racisme, en attaquant la #déshumanisation à la racine.
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https://projet-meduses.com/boite-a-outils/fiches-pratiques/racisme-et-specisme/