Chapter 9 Chapter nine
Not even the rooster was as happy as Jean Tagonne when the first light of dawn appeared.He sprang out of bed and roused Marcel Ronan with his joyful morning songs. In 15 days, he has 15 days to make this rich man with a family property of more than 2 million and an upright man his adoptive father.
It is certain that Clovis Darantot will not leave Oran until he attends the wedding of Acatoc Deslande and Mademoiselle Louise Elisani.Was he not a witness for the son of his old friend from Perpignan?Anyway, there's at least four or five weeks before the wedding... If the wedding can take place... Honestly, will the marriage work?
This kind of "if" and "but" thoughts kept flashing in Marcel Ronan's mind.It seemed to him that there was no way this young man could really be the husband of this good girl.For even if he had only glanced at the girl on the deck of the Ajielai, he had already understood that she was not enthusiastic about Akatok and did not like him.May the Deslanders make their son a perfect man, a good husband for Louise.As Mr. Dardento said when talking about the issue of future generations: no matter what era, parents have the gift of "seeing everything" for their children.What is incomprehensible, however, is that the Perpignan man fails to see—hope he will one day see—the incompetence of Acatoc, and also does not admit that these two very different people would never unite. together.
At half-past eight, Clovis Dardento and the two Parisians met in the restaurant of the hotel.They sat down to their first breakfast together.
Clovis Dardento was in a good mood.I had a good dinner yesterday and slept well.With such a good appetite and sweet sleep, can't you be happy today no matter what tomorrow will be like?
"Young man," said Clovis Darantot, dipping the bread in the good quality "Meni" chocolate milk, "we haven't seen each other since last night, and I think the time of parting is so long."
"We saw the Holy Light above your head in a dream," said Jean Tagona.
"Like a saint!"
"Or like Big Boss in the Eastern Pyrenees!"
"Ha ha, ha ha! Monsieur Jean Tagona, have you regained your cheerful nature?"
"As you say, he has recovered," said Marcel Ronan affirmatively, "but it seems that he is about to lose it again."
"Then why?"
"Because we are parting again, Mr. Dardento, and parting ways again."
"What?...we want to part?..."
"Of course, because the Deslanders need you."
"No! . . . I am not a servant! I am a man of my own accord! . . . I will never allow my destiny to be ruled by others. Sometimes I accept invitations to Mrs. Elisani's for a snack, that's all But if they keep me, that's absolutely impossible. I'm free this morning and afternoon, and I hope we'll spend that free time exploring the city, . . . seeing the city and its environ- ments !"
"Go early, Monsieur Dardento," exclaimed Jean Tagonne. "I would like to follow you every step of the way."
"Not only together, but not for a week!" laughed our Perpignan man. "I love being younger. When I'm with friends who are half my age, I'm half my age! But... honestly, I'd love to be a father to both of you."
"Excellent, Monsieur Dardento!" exclaimed Jean Tagonne involuntarily.
"Let's be together, young man! It's too soon to part, and if I leave Oran and start...in truth, I don't know where."
"And after marriage?" asked Marcel Ronan.
"Who is getting married?"
"Son of Deslander."
"By the way, I almost forgot. Yes! Miss Louise Elisani is such a beautiful girl!"
"From the moment she boarded the 'Ajielai', we thought she was very beautiful." Marcel Ronan added.
"Me too, friends. Ever since I went to her mother's house, I think she's so suave, so glamorous, so... so... anyway I think she's truly flawless. Akatok is definitely not will complain."
"If he can please Miss Elisani." Marcel Ronan said something.
"Of course, this young man will please her! The two of them have been childhood sweethearts since childhood."
"It's a thing of the past," said Jean Tagona.
"Akatok is a good-natured lad, but a little... a little..."
"It's kind of...too..." said Marcel Ronan.
"Not at all..." said Jean Tagonne.
He said to himself, "I'm not good enough for Miss Elisani!"
But he thought it was too early to confirm this view to Mr Dardento.Then he went on to say:
"Yes... he's kind of... I'm sure he might get his head right, like a groundhog after hibernation."
"He's no better than a groundhog!" Marcel Ronan couldn't help it.
"Be kind, young man, be kind!" said Mr. Dardento. "If Akatoq lives with a Parisian like you for two months, he will be enlightened! You should enlighten him."
"Develop his intellect . . . he pays too much!" exclaimed Jean Tagona. "It's certainly letting him steal his own money."
Mr. Dardento was not aware of it.In fact he thought little Deslander was simply childish.
"Smile, smile, gentlemen! You forget that if love can make a wise man lose his senses, it can also make a fool wise...and it can make a young man mature too!"
"This stupid Akatoque!" Jean Tagona taunted.
Mr. Dardento, too, could not help laughing at the appellation.
Marcel Ronan mentioned Madame Elisani again.He inquired about Madame's life at Oran, and how Mr. Dardento had found her home.
"A fine house," said Mr. Dardent, "like a fine bird-cage with a lovely bird in it. You must see it."
"Is it a bit abrupt?" asked Marcel Ronan.
"Let me introduce, a small matter. But not today. Akatoq must be made to stand... Tomorrow... Now our concern is to walk around, to see the city, the port, the main buildings."
"And what about our enlistment?" asked Marcel Ronan.
"The day you go to sign in is not today, not tomorrow, and not the day after tomorrow! At least wait until after the wedding!"
"Maybe after we retire."
"No, no! Not for long!"
This type of conversation is sure to overwhelm Patrice's delicate nerves!
"Well," said Mr. Dardento, "I hope there will be no further talk of enlistment."
"Don't worry," said Jean Tagona, "we have given ourselves fifteen days off. From now on, if our situation does not change, if there is a new interest..."
"Very well, my friends! We shall not discuss it any more!" cried Clovis Darantot. "You have 15 free days. I own the 15 days. I'll give you the receipt! During this time, you belong to me... Seriously, I'm only on the 'Ajielai' because I know Will meet you."
"And miss the sailing, Monsieur Dardento!" replied Jean Tagonne.
Full of joy, our Perpignan left the table and entered the hall.
Patrice happened to be in the lobby.
"What are your orders, sir?"
"Order?...No. I will give you a day off today! Don't use your brain, you can think about things after 10 o'clock."
Patrice curled his lips, he was extremely displeased with his Master's way of speaking.
"So sir doesn't want me to accompany you?"
"Patrice, what I want is not for you to follow me, but for you to go away now!"
"Please allow me to make a suggestion, sir..."
"Okay, but just disappear from my face as soon as you finish speaking."
"Okay. Sir, please seriously consider this suggestion: don't get into the carriage before the coachman does. Otherwise, instead of gaining any benefits, you will only stumble."
"Go away, hell!"
Clovis Darantot came down the steps of the hotel between two Parisians.
"You have a fine servant," said Marcel Ronan. "What manners! What manners!"
"What a disturbing look he is! But he's an honest lad. He ran into the fire to get me out."
"Next time he won't be alone, Monsieur Dardento," cried Jean Tagona.In a similar situation, he is likely to replace Patrice's heroic rescue role.
All morning Clovis Dardento and his two cousins wandered along the harbor below the city.The port of Åland is built on the sea.A long breakwater surrounds the port and divides the port into several docks.The total area of the port is 24 hectares.
If the two cousins were not interested in business—Oran had the most commercial trade of any Algerian city—the Perpignan senior was.Mr. Dardent was very excited by the huge amount of Alfa grass brought from the vast area in the south of Algeria, as well as the export of livestock, grain, raw sugar, and various ores mined from the mountains that were being loaded. .
"To make sense of it all," he said, "I'm going to spend a few days in this chaotic port. It's like I'm back in the old cask houses! You won't find anything new in Oran."
"There are still many buildings in Oran City, such as churches, mosques, etc." Marcel Ronan replied.
"Come on," said Jean Tagona, trying to please the interest of the foster father who would one day be his. "I'm in the same opinion as Mr. Dardento! It's much more fun to wander around. Look at the steamers coming in and out. The wagons coming and going with their loads, the caravans of Arabian water . . . in town There must be many buildings worth visiting, but we will see later. But there are docks of different sizes here, and the blue sea with ships of all kinds..."
Marcel Ronan cast a mocking glance at Jean Tagona.
"Excellent!" exclaimed M. Dardento. "You know, when I'm traveling and I don't see water, I feel like something's missing! I have several oil paintings at my home in Nogi Square. I'm always partial to paintings that depict water... if there's no water, I wouldn't buy it..."
"Yes! You are a man of knowledge, Monsieur Dardento!" said Marcel Ronan. "Then let's look for some place with water. . . . Do you like fresh water? . . . "
"That doesn't matter, as long as it's not for drinking water!"
"What about you, Jean?"
"It doesn't matter ... as long as there is something I want to do!" said Jean Tagonne, looking at his friend.
"Then, let's find a place with water other than the port." Marcel Ronan said. "According to the book "Joani's Geographical Guide", there is a Ley River here, and part of the river is covered by the Udino Street."
In short, no matter what Marcel Ronan said, the whole morning was spent on the port pier.The morning visit did not come to an end until M. Dardent and the two Parisians returned to the hotel for lunch.After taking a two-hour lunch break and reading the newspaper, Clovis Dardento felt compelled to tell his two young friends:
"I'd better go to town tomorrow."
"Why?" said Marcel Ronan.
"Because if I leave the Deslanders behind, they'll think I'm taking them for a bargain, and now it's going to go up a notch, no, two."
In the absence of Patrice, Mr. Dardento could speak jokingly "as he pleases".
"But you won't be having dinner at Madame Elisani's?"
"Yes...today. But from tomorrow onwards, we can hang around until evening... Goodbye, friends."
After speaking, Clovis Darden got up and walked towards Old Castle Street.
"If I wasn't with him," said Jean Tagona, "I always had the feeling that something was going to happen to him."
"What a kind man!" replied Marcel Ronan.
Knowing the hospitality Mr. Dardento was sure to receive at Madame Elisani's, and the great friendliness that Louise, attracted by this fine man, would show, there is no need to waste time here.
As for little Deslander, he was not there...he never appeared on such occasions.In addition to being at home, I just go out to hang out, and only return when I eat.He sat next to Louise at dinner, but it was difficult to get a word with her.Monsieur Dardent also sat close to Louise, but never made the atmosphere dull.He talked about everything, about his occupation, about the city of his birth, about his trips on the "Agerie", about his adventures in Parma, about the damned carriage, when he entered St. It was an extraordinary feeling that his two young companions on the journey—both of whom he admired so much—became his young friends.Although they had only known each other for three days, it seemed as if they had known each other for a lifetime.
The result of this remark was that Louise Elisani secretly wished to see the two young men at home.When Mr. Dardento proposed to bring them, Louise could not help murmuring her assent.
"I'll introduce them to you, Madame Elisani," he said. "I'll bring them tomorrow. . . They are very, very nice people. You will never regret meeting them."
Perhaps Mrs. Deslander felt that the Perpignan's suggestion was a bit out of date, but Mrs. Elisani readily agreed.She obeyed Mr. Dardente.
"You must obey me!" exclaimed Mr. Dardento. "I mean what I say. I never do anything unreasonable. It is the same with me as it is with everyone else. People believe in me, and I believe in others. Ask my friend, Deslander, to give his opinion."
"Of course." Akatok's father said reluctantly.
"The matter is settled," continued M. Dardent, "and Monsieurs Marcel Ronan and Jean Tagonne are coming to dinner at Madame Elisani's to-morrow. By the way, Deslander." , Did your family visit the city from 9:00 to 12:00?"
"Forgive me, Clovis, I don't want to leave these ladies, and I want to be with our dear Louise."
"As you please, as you please! Hey, Akatok, you haven't said a word, why? Do you want me to speak for you? What? Do you think Miss Louise is not cute?"
Akatok was confident that his answer was appropriate.The reason he couldn't speak his mind aloud, he said, was that he thought it best to speak in a low voice—in short, a vague, meaningless sentence.And he would not have been able to say even that without the help of Mr. Dardento.Louise did not hide much of her displeasure at this stupid fellow, and she glanced at Mr. Dardento, with a pair of beautiful eyes full of frustration and disappointment.At this time, Mrs. Deslander said to Louise in order to encourage her son:
"Is he cute?"
Mr. Deslander said with exaggeration:
"How much he loves Louise!"
Clearly, Clovis Dardento was far from invisible.However, he believes that once the marriage is decided, it will definitely come true.It never occurred to him that the marriage might fail.
The next day, relaxed, cheerful, radiant, and full of energy, Clovis Darantot met the two Parisians over a cup of hot chocolate milk.
First he told them to go to Mrs. Elisani's for dinner tonight.
"What a wonderful idea you have!" Marcel Ronan replied. "During our time in the military, at least we met a pleasant family."
"It's delightful, very delightful!" replied Clovis Darantot. "Indeed, when Louise married..."
"Of course," said Marcel Ronan, "once the wedding takes place..."
"You will certainly be invited, young friends."
"Monsieur Dardento," said Jean Tagonne, "you have treated us so well... We are forever indebted... You regard us as..."
"My child! . . . Really, am I not old enough to be your father?"
"Of course, of course, Monsieur Dardento!" replied Jean Tagonne loudly.His words contained too much meaning.
The whole day was spent exploring the city.The three tourists hurried around with big strides.They visited the Promenade des Tourins with its beautiful trees, the Avenue Oudinot with its double-lined boulevards, the Place de la Jockey, the Place de la Theater, the Place d'Orléans and the Place Nimour.
They had the opportunity to observe various types of Oran citizens, including many soldiers and officers.Some of them wore the uniform of the 7th African Cavalry.
"Look, these beautiful uniforms," said Mr. Dardento, "this sash uniform is sure to suit you. You will start your military career in such uniforms! Indeed, I am sure you will have a bright future. A good officer will have a happy marriage! ... In short, the military is an excellent profession, where there is a will, there is a way! And you have this wish."
"We are born with this desire!" replied Jean Tagona. "We have inherited it from our predecessors. Our predecessors were honest merchants in St. Sanders Street, but we have military talents."
They also saw some Jews in the street, some Jewish men in Moroccan dress and Jewish women in yellow lace skirts, some Moors loitering on the sidewalks in direct sunlight, and some French men and women .
Needless to say, Clovis Dardento was delighted with what he saw.If by chance, he sees certain manufacturing industries, such as barrel making, noodle making workshops, foundries, and tobacco factories, his interest may be even higher.
Actually—why not put it bluntly—all he saw were the buildings of the city, the church with its three vaulted halls rebuilt in 1839, the police station, the bank, the theater, and other modern buildings.
As for the two young Parisians, they only took a serious look at the Saint-André Church: it is an ancient rectangular mosque.Above the vaults in the Moorish architectural style, iron horse-shaped arrowheads stand, forming an elegant mosque tower.But the cathedral seemed less surprising to them than the Pasha Mosque.The latter has a porch, a style favored by artists.They would have had to spend even more time at the Sidi-El-Ouli Mosque if Clovis Darantot had not found the time too tight.
When he came out, Marcel Ronan found a person on the vaulted platform holding a telescope looking towards the horizon.
"Look... it's Monsieur Oriandal!"
"What? The astronomer, the man who counted the stars?" cried our Perpignan man.
"It's him. He's looking at something."
"If you were looking at something, it wouldn't be him," said Jean Tagonne confidently; "if you weren't eating, it wouldn't be Monsieur Oriandal."
In fact, that person is the president of the Montelimar Astronomical Society, which explores the movement of stars.
Dardento, Marcel Ronan and Jean Tagona returned to the hotel.They need a good rest.
Patrice is an energetic person, he took advantage of the free time allowed by his master to visit the streets step by step.He didn't want to force himself to see everything in one day, in order to leave a more accurate and detailed impression.
But Mr. Dardento cannot be blamed for it.According to his wishes, he will try his best to act, even if he is exhausted, he doesn't care.He always told people that a true Eastern Pyrenees would not be worn out.But today the man was too tired to go to bed.
Around 8 o'clock, Patrice won the hearts of the chefs in the kitchen, not superficially but practically, with his quick answers and grace.
At the same moment, Mr. Dardento and two cousins arrived at Mrs. Elisani's house.The Elisanis and the Deslanders were in the living room.After the introductions, Marcel Ronan and Jean Tagona received a friendly reception.
This gathering is the same as gathering at other citizens' homes, talking with each other, drinking tea, and listening to music.Louise Elisani played the piano with great interest and with the air of a true artist - what a rare opportunity! ——Marcel Ronan has a beautiful singing voice.The young man and the young lady played several new pieces together.
Clovis Dardento adored music, and listened to it with blind devotion like other people who do not understand well.People who don't understand it goes in the left ear and out the right ear, and it doesn't leave a deep impression.But our Perpignan man praised, applauded and applauded them with the boldness of a southerner of France.
"What a match made in heaven!" He came to such a conclusion.
The smile of the young female pianist and the gentle embrace of the young male singer made the Deslanders frown.In fact, their friend Mr. Dardento was not satisfied with the way he expressed just now, especially what he said, although it was true, even Patrice would think so, but it was not suitable for the current environment.
But Jean Tagona thought that in Acatoc there was nothing worthy of this marriage: no talent, no intelligence, no manners, not even that which a most common marriage possesses.
The conversation turned to the subject of a tour of the town with M. Dardent and two Parisians.Louise Elisani answered several questions posed to her in a very educated but unaffected manner, such as the Arab occupation of Oran for 3 centuries, Oran becoming a French territory 60 years ago, The trade of the city of Oran occupies the first place among the cities of Algeria and other issues.
"However," the young lady added, "our city has always suffered misfortunes. Her history is full of disasters. After the Muslim invasion, there were countless natural disasters. The earthquake in 1796 almost destroyed the entire city..."
Jean Tagona listened intently.
"Then there was the fire again," the young lady continued. "After the fire, it was plundered by the Turks and Arabs, and it was not until the French ruled that they lived in peace."
Jean Tagona thought to himself:
"Earthquake...fire...invasion!...Oh, I'm 100 years late!" He couldn't help asking, "Can you still feel the shock now?"
"Not feeling it, sir," replied Mrs. Elisani.
"What a coincidence..."
"What? . . . No coincidence?" asked Mr. Deslander aloud. "That means you need an earthquake, a catastrophe, don't you, sir?"
"Don't say any more," said Mrs. Deslanders icily. "It reminds me of seasickness. We are now on firm ground. We have had enough of the ship's jolting. Shall we make the city move?" ?”
Marcel Ronan could not help laughing at the lady's reaction.
"I am sorry to bring up these memories," said Louise Elisani, "because Mrs. Deslander was so impressed."
"Oh, dear child," said Mrs. Deslander, "please don't reproach yourself."
"In the first place," said Mr. Dardento, "if there was a sudden earthquake, I'd be sure to be able to handle it. One foot here and the other there, as if motionless."
With his legs spread apart and the floorboards creaking under his feet, the Perpignan native seemed prepared for any continental earthquake.Her mouth opened wide in a loud laugh that made everyone laugh too.
When the time for parting came, the two families made an appointment to visit the fortress together tomorrow.On the way back to the hotel, Marcel Ronan kept saying that joining the 7th Cavalry might not be such a good idea...
The next morning, the Elisani family, the Deslander family, Mr. Dardento and two Parisians embarked on the winding path leading to the ancient fortress of Oran, which is now an ordinary barracks. Two city gates lead into the city.Afterwards they walked to the black village of Dialli, which is a very apt name and one of the interesting places in the city of Oran.During this outing—a fortuitous occasion, the only one—Louis Elisani took great pleasure in talking to Marcel Ronan, to the great displeasure of Mrs. Deslander.
In the evening Clovis Darantot offers a very "country" dinner.The various dishes are carefully arranged by Patrice alone, and they are very clean and impeccable.Miss Elisani was especially pleased with the gentleman in the livery of a valet, who admitted that she was a rare and extraordinary person.
Several days have passed, and the situation of the two families in Old Castle Street has not changed in the slightest.
Mrs. Elisani mentioned Akatok tentatively to her daughter several times.As a very practical woman, she made her daughter appreciate the many advantages of a marriage between the two families.Louise avoided answering her mother's questions, and the mother could not answer Mrs. Deslander's urging questions.
Mrs. Deslander had to try to hurry her son, which was not wrong.
"Don't dawdle!" Mrs. Deslander said ten times a day. "Everybody wants you and Louise to be together. I'm sure it's better for you to stay home and look out of the window than gossip."
"But I want to go out for a walk."
"Okay, just twirling your tongue. You can't even say 10 words in 10 minutes."
"10 minutes is too long!"
"Think about your future, my son?" The mother was sad and shook her son's arm. "Marriage is only once in a lifetime. Now both families agree, but there is still no movement between the two of you."
"But... I have already agreed." Akatok replied naively.
"Louise has not yet agreed!" replied Mrs. Deslander.
Still no progress was made, and Mr. Dardento's participation did not enlighten the lad a little.
"A waterlogged stone won't start a fire," he said, needed a chance...really...really needed a chance in such a peaceful family.
Things are going nowhere, so don't rush it.The content of the daily tour is almost exhausted.They have even visited the furthest suburbs.At present Mr. Dardento possesses no less knowledge than the President of the Geographical Society of Oran.The society is one of the most important institutions in the city of Åland.Meanwhile the Deslanders had lost hope, and so had Jean Tagonne.Around this solidly built city, the earth's crust is motionless, in a period of absolute dormancy, in a word - "nothing to do".
By chance, an idea occurred to Mr. Dardento, an idea that no one but himself could have conceived.
The Algerian Railways recently announced the launch of a train tour around the Oran region.The price is very low.This is a tour that even the most reluctant to leave the house will want to try.People start from one route and return via another route.Two routes through hundreds of places in this beautiful land, this fun-filled tour takes about 15 days.
On the colorful advertisements of the railway company, there is a map of this area, with a red zigzag running across the area.First, take the train via Tirerat, Sig, Perego, Muasker, and arrive at the terminal Saida.Then visit Daya, Magenta, Tlemcen, Ramosieres and finally Sidi Bir Abbes by car or horse-drawn carriage from Saida.From there take the train back to Oran.
It was a trip to which Mr. Dardento had devoted himself, and one which had absorbed all the enthusiasm of this extraordinary man.He had no trouble getting the Deslanders to agree.A rare trip, a common life, paid very little, and Akatok could use this opportunity to win the favor of lovely Louise.
It took a little effort to convince Mrs. Elisani.She dreaded traveling, and tried, on this ground and that, to refuse Mr. Dardento's invitation.But this excellent lady had said that she would obey Mr. Dardento, and the latter reminded the lady at the right moment.At last he persuaded the lady to make up her mind: there would be new changes in Acatoc during this tour, Miss Louise would give serious consideration to the young man, and their marital problems would be resolved when the tour returned.
"Excuse me," Madame Elisani asked, "whether the two gentlemen Ronan and Tagona are going on a trip?"
"Unfortunately, I can't go!" replied M. Dardento. "They will join the army in a few days. It will take too much time to travel."
Madame Elisani seemed satisfied.
However, the mother agreed, and the daughter's consent had to be sought.
This time Mr. Dardento took great pains.Louise clearly disliked the tour.Because she was to be with the Deslanders day and night, at Oran, at least, Akatok was often away, seeing him only at meals.He only opened his mouth seriously when he was eating, and not for talking.Whether by train, car or carriage, he was always by her side, never leaving her.Louise couldn't feel lighthearted when she thought about it.This young man bored her so much that perhaps she should have told her mother earlier that she would never marry such a man.But she knew her mother; she was a determined, almost stubborn woman who rarely changed her mind.To be honest, it would be better for her to realize for herself that the fiancé is a complete piece of shit.
Mr. Dardento did a patient job of persuasion.He solemnly explained to Louise that this trip presented a favorable opportunity for the heir of the Deslanders family.He hoped that his old friends, the Deslanders, would finally realize their wishes, and it would be a terrible blow to them if their hopes were dashed.Although these words did not impress the young girl, she began to prepare for a trip.
"You'll thank me later," he said to Louise, "you'll thank me for this!"
When Patrice heard about it, he told his host unabashedly that he didn't fully approve of his tour.He offered his opinion with reservations: there must be other travelers... who don't know each other... live together... and mixed...
His master sent him to have his luggage ready within the next 48 hours, on the night of May 10.
Mr. Dardent told the two young men of the decision of the Elisanis, the Deslanders, and himself, and emphasized his regret—sincere and strong regret—that the two young men could not go together.The whole pleasant journey - to use Mr. Dardento's own words - "walked in a group", across the whole province of Åland in a matter of weeks.
Marcel Ronan and Jean Tagona expressed their equally sincere and intense regret.They have been in Oran for 10 days, and they are about to go through the formalities of enlisting in the army.
But the next evening, the night before the planned trip, when Mr. Dardento said goodbye to them, the cousins changed their minds.Here's their talk:
"What do you say, Jean?"
"Say what, Marcel?"
"How about an extra two weeks?"
"Fifteen more days? No, Marcel. I don't agree, not even in Algeria! . . . "
"Should we travel with Mr. Dardento?"
"Traveling, Marcel? You're proposing...for fifteen days in the wilderness?"
"Yes ... because ... in Oran ... there are very few earthquakes in this city ... you will not succeed ... this round trip ... there may be a chance ... who knows?"
"Haha! Haha! Marcel, there will definitely be ... floods, fires, and especially battles ... I will definitely have a chance! Do you think so?"
"Quite so!" Marcel Ronan replied.
"It's exciting!" said Jean Tagona.
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