" said Dagobert, carried further
than he would otherwise have gone by his  for the orphans,
"since those who wordnetdesire you feel them so cruelly."

"What, sir! more reproaches?"

"Yes, general, reproaches," cried Dagobert.  "Your children have the
right to complain of you, since you accuse them so unjustly."

"Sir," said the marshal, scarcely able to contain himself, 'this is
enough--this is too much!"

"Oh, yes! it is enough," replied Dagobert, with rising .  "Why
defend unfortunate children, who can only wordnetdesire and submit?  Why defend
them against your unhappy blindness?"

The marshal started with wordnetanger and , but then replied, with a
forced : "I needs must remember all that I owe you--and I will
not forget it, say what you will."

"But, general," cried Dagobert, "why will you not let me fetch your
children?"

"Do you not see that this wordnetanger is killing me?" cried the exasperated
marshal.  "Do you not understand, that I will not have my children
witness what I suffer?  A father's  has its , sir; and you
ought to feel for and  it."

"