Chapter 4: Escape from the Windmill
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"WHAT!?" Christian yelled. He looked at Toulouse, then to the door, then to Satine, then back to Toulouse. He repeated this until Satine finally shook him out of his trance.
"Why--why is he back Toulouse? I thought he left Montmartre after Spectacular, Spectacular?" Satine asked slowly.
"He came back because he wants to make you his bride, Satine. He's in with Harold right now--he's doing the best he can to stall him. He insists upon coming into your elephant as soon as possible, from what I overheard," Toulouse said. "You both must leave here right away.it is.eleven o'clock. Huwwy!" Toulouse hollered.
Christian jumped and ran about the garret. He grabbed Satine's overcoat, shawl, and hat from the closet and made his way over to the table. He gently helped her stand up and then helped her put them on. He then grabbed his coat off the coat rack and put that on. He grabbed a spare suitcase, threw some of his and Satine's clothes out of the trunks and into it and belted it shut. He ran to his bedside drawer, grabbed the tickets and put them in his coat pocket. He then grabbed Satine's medications and put them in her purse. He set the suitcases by the window and prepared to climb out of it.
"Toulouse, thank you so much for helping me and Satine these past few days. When we reach Limoges, we will have to keep in touch," Christian said. He hugged Toulouse and climbed out of the window onto the terrace.
"Not to worry, Chwistian, I will find a way to send these trunks to Limoges," Toulouse said.
"Thank you Toulouse for being such a dear friend to me. I will most certainly miss you," Satine said as she kissed his cheek. Christian then gently grabbed her arm and helped lift her out of the window.
"Goodbye, my friends! Goodbye!" Toulouse yelled after them.
Christian and Satine were making their way down the terrace. They soon reached the bottom. Christian jumped down and Satine heaved the suitcases to him. Then he lifted her down, grabbed her hand, and they were off to the Montmartre train station.
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"Zidler.WHERE IS MADEMOISELLE SATINE?!" the Duke roared. (A/N: Does he even have a name besides the Duke?) Zidler sat still, looking increasingly uncomfortable with each passing moment.
"She is-erm--she is-uh-- finishing with another customer?" Zidler replied.
"Excuse me?!" the Duke screamed at the top of his lungs. With that, he bolted out of the office, up the stairs and to Satine's room. He kicked the door open and found Toulouse instead.
"Where is SATINE?" the Duke yelled. Toulouse thought for a second, and then started rattling off in his native French; a language the Duke obviously did not understand, because he turned on his heel and marched out of the room, muttering to himself. He would find Satine, and nothing would come in his way.
A/N: New material/new chapters after this! Yay!.
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"WHAT!?" Christian yelled. He looked at Toulouse, then to the door, then to Satine, then back to Toulouse. He repeated this until Satine finally shook him out of his trance.
"Why--why is he back Toulouse? I thought he left Montmartre after Spectacular, Spectacular?" Satine asked slowly.
"He came back because he wants to make you his bride, Satine. He's in with Harold right now--he's doing the best he can to stall him. He insists upon coming into your elephant as soon as possible, from what I overheard," Toulouse said. "You both must leave here right away.it is.eleven o'clock. Huwwy!" Toulouse hollered.
Christian jumped and ran about the garret. He grabbed Satine's overcoat, shawl, and hat from the closet and made his way over to the table. He gently helped her stand up and then helped her put them on. He then grabbed his coat off the coat rack and put that on. He grabbed a spare suitcase, threw some of his and Satine's clothes out of the trunks and into it and belted it shut. He ran to his bedside drawer, grabbed the tickets and put them in his coat pocket. He then grabbed Satine's medications and put them in her purse. He set the suitcases by the window and prepared to climb out of it.
"Toulouse, thank you so much for helping me and Satine these past few days. When we reach Limoges, we will have to keep in touch," Christian said. He hugged Toulouse and climbed out of the window onto the terrace.
"Not to worry, Chwistian, I will find a way to send these trunks to Limoges," Toulouse said.
"Thank you Toulouse for being such a dear friend to me. I will most certainly miss you," Satine said as she kissed his cheek. Christian then gently grabbed her arm and helped lift her out of the window.
"Goodbye, my friends! Goodbye!" Toulouse yelled after them.
Christian and Satine were making their way down the terrace. They soon reached the bottom. Christian jumped down and Satine heaved the suitcases to him. Then he lifted her down, grabbed her hand, and they were off to the Montmartre train station.
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"Zidler.WHERE IS MADEMOISELLE SATINE?!" the Duke roared. (A/N: Does he even have a name besides the Duke?) Zidler sat still, looking increasingly uncomfortable with each passing moment.
"She is-erm--she is-uh-- finishing with another customer?" Zidler replied.
"Excuse me?!" the Duke screamed at the top of his lungs. With that, he bolted out of the office, up the stairs and to Satine's room. He kicked the door open and found Toulouse instead.
"Where is SATINE?" the Duke yelled. Toulouse thought for a second, and then started rattling off in his native French; a language the Duke obviously did not understand, because he turned on his heel and marched out of the room, muttering to himself. He would find Satine, and nothing would come in his way.
A/N: New material/new chapters after this! Yay!.