It was Nobody who filled it.

Palmyre says that Papa Lebat--" "Ha!" exclaimed Clotilde at this superstitious mention.
The mother tossed her head and turned her back, swallowing the unendurable bitterness of being rebuked by her daughter.

But the cloud hung over but a moment.
"Clotilde," she said, a minute after, turning with a look of sun-bright resolve, "I am going to see him." "To see whom ?" asked the other, looking back from the window, whither she had gone to recover from a reactionary trembling.
"To whom, my child?
Why--" "You do not expect mercy from Honore Grandissime?
You would not ask it ?" "No.

There is no mercy in the Grandissime blood; but cannot I demand justice?
Ha! it is justice that I shall demand!" "And you will really go and see him ?" "You will see, Mademoiselle," replied Aurore, dropping a broom with which she had begun to sweep up some spilled buttons.
"And I with you ?" "No! To a counting-room?
To the presence of the chief of that detestable race?
No!" "But you don't know where his office is." "Anybody can tell me." Preparation began at once.

By and by-- "Clotilde." Clotilde was stooping behind her mother, with a ribbon between her lips, arranging a flounce.
"M-m-m." "You must not watch me go out of sight; do you hear?
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