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"Hush, miserable woman!" replied Jules, putting his handkerchief on the mouth of the old woman, who began at once to cry out, "Murder! help!" At this instant Clemence entered, saw her husband, uttered a cry, and fled away. "Who will save my child?" cried the widow Gruget. "You have murdered her." "How?" asked Jules, mechanically, for he was horror-struck at being seen by his wife.
"Ah! monsieur, the doctor from the Sisters' hospital came; but as to the disease," said Madame Gruget, assuming a modest air, "he told me she must go to the hospital. The case is hopeless." "Let us go and see her," said Bixiou. "Here," said Joseph to the woman, "take these ten francs."
They were able to convert the proces-verbal into a mere certificate of death, by recognizing the body as that of the Demoiselle Ida Gruget, corset-maker, living rue de la Corderie-du-Temple, number 14. The judiciary police of Paris arrived, and the mother, bearing her daughter's last letter.
"Is that joy," he said, laughing, "or the effect of expectation?" "Oh, of many things!" she said, examining the seal. "I leave you now for a few moments." He went down to his study, and wrote to his brother, giving him directions about the payment to the widow Gruget. When he returned, he found his dinner served on a little table by his wife's bedside, and Josephine ready to wait on him.
If an empress was my rival, I'd go straight to her, empress as she was; because all pretty women are equals, monsieur " "Enough! enough!" said Jules. "Where do you live?" "Rue de la Corderie-du-Temple, number 14, monsieur, Ida Gruget, corset-maker, at your service, for we make lots of corsets for men." "Where does the man whom you call Ferragus live?"
On seeing Monsieur Jules this particular portress, holding her knitting in one hand, took a knife and stirred the half-extinguished peat in her foot-warmer; then she said: "You want Madame Etienne; do you mean Madame Etienne Gruget?" "Yes," said Jules, assuming a vexed air. "Who makes trimmings?" "Yes."
She pulled her handkerchief from her pocket, and with it a lottery ticket that dropped on the floor; but she hastily picked it up, saying, "Hi! that's the receipt for my taxes." Jules at once perceived the reason of the sagacious parsimony of which the mother complained; and he was the more certain that the widow Gruget would agree to the proposed bargain.
Behind the apse of the chancel, lay the cemetery, enclosed with a dilapidated wall, a little field full of hillocks; no marble monuments, no visitors, but surely in every furrow, tears and true regrets, which were lacking to Ida Gruget. She was cast into a corner full of tall grass and brambles.
Gruget, Madame Etienne The Government Clerks A Bachelor's Establishment Langeais, Duchesse Antoinette de Father Goriot The Duchesse of Langeais
Presently the cough of an old woman, and a heavy female step, shuffling painfully in list slippers, announced the coming of the mother of Ida Gruget. The creature opened the door and came out upon the landing, looked up, and said: "Ah! is this Monsieur Bocquillon? Why, no? But perhaps you're his brother. What can I do for you? Come in, monsieur."
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