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The terrible Dauriat's gorgeous raiment seemed in the provincial poet's eyes to add force to the man's remorseless logic. "What is it about?" he continued, addressing Lucien's protector. "It is a volume of magnificent poetry." At that word, Dauriat turned to Gabusson with a gesture worthy of Talma.
"If Samanon won't take your bills," Gabusson had said, "nobody else will look at them." A second-hand bookseller on the ground floor, a second-hand clothes-dealer on the first story, and a seller of indecent prints on the second, Samanon carried on a fourth business he was a money-lender into the bargain.
The terrible Dauriat's gorgeous raiment seemed in the provincial poet's eyes to add force to the man's remorseless logic. "What is it about?" he continued, addressing Lucien's protector. "It is a volume of magnificent poetry." At that word, Dauriat turned to Gabusson with a gesture worthy of Talma.
"If Samanon won't take your bills," Gabusson had said, "nobody else will look at them." A second-hand bookseller on the ground floor, a second-hand clothes-dealer on the first story, and a seller of indecent prints on the second, Samanon carried on a fourth business he was a money-lender into the bargain.
"Here, Gabusson," he added, handing Barbet's bill to the cashier, "let me have ninety francs for this individual. Fill in your name, old man." Lousteau signed his name while the cashier counted out the money; and Lucien, all eyes and ears, lost not a syllable of the conversation. "That is not all, my friend," Etienne continued; "I don't thank you, we have sworn an eternal friendship.
"Gabusson, my friend," he said, "from this day forward, when anybody begins to talk of works in manuscript here Do you hear that, all of you?" he broke in upon himself; and three assistants at once emerged from among the piles of books at the sound of their employer's wrathful voice.
"This is not discounting; I am paying myself for a sale," said the old man. Etienne and Lucien were still laughing at Chaboisseau, without understanding him, when they reached Dauriat's shop, and Etienne asked Gabusson to give them the name of a bill-broker. The friends took a cab by the hour, and went to the address.
"This is not discounting; I am paying myself for a sale," said the old man. Etienne and Lucien were still laughing at Chaboisseau, without understanding him, when they reached Dauriat's shop, and Etienne asked Gabusson to give them the name of a bill-broker. The friends took a cab by the hour, and went to the address.
They set up to be original, forsooth, and indulge in stanzas that nobody can understand, and descriptive poetry after the pattern of the younger men who discovered Delille, and imagine that they are doing something new. Poets have been swarming like cockchafers for two years past. I have lost twenty thousand francs through poetry in the last twelvemonth. You ask Gabusson!
"Here, Gabusson," he added, handing Barbet's bill to the cashier, "let me have ninety francs for this individual. Fill in your name, old man." Lousteau signed his name while the cashier counted out the money; and Lucien, all eyes and ears, lost not a syllable of the conversation. "That is not all, my friend," Etienne continued; "I don't thank you, we have sworn an eternal friendship.
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