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My heart beat, the perspiration stood on my forehead and Melie said to me: 'Well, you sot, did you see that?
"And then we returned to dinner. I was happy and thirsty, and that was the cause of everything. I said to Mélie: 'Look here Mélie, it is fine weather, so suppose I drink a bottle of Casque
As for me, Monsieur le President, I lunch on the spot every Sunday; we bring our provisions in 'Delila. But there! At twelve o'clock, the wretch produced a fowl out of a newspaper, and while he was eating, actually he caught another chub! "Melie and I had a morsel also, just a mouthful, a mere nothing, for our heart was not in it. "Then I took up my newspaper, to aid my digestion.
There are more than three hundred people who have asked me; I have been offered glasses of brandy and liquors, fried fish, matelotes, to make me tell! But just go and try whether the chub will come. Ah! they have patted my stomach to get at my secret, my recipe.... Only my wife knows ... and she will not tell it, any more than I shall!... Is not that so Mélie?"
"Lord, yes." "However," said Bouvard, "I must consult my friend." The bargain had just been concluded, the price fixed for the chest being thirty-five francs. They were to come to an understanding about the repairs. They had scarcely got out into the yard when Bouvard spoke of his intentions with regard to Mélie. Good heavens! yes! why not? Besides, you are the master."
It was the occasion for a national holiday, but Carlier had a fit of rage over it and talked about the necessity of exterminating all the niggers before the country could be made habitable. Kayerts mooned about silently; spent hours looking at the portrait of his Melie. It represented a little girl with long bleached tresses and a rather sour face.
I caught the gentleman with the end of my fist, and crash! crash! One on the nose, the other in the stomach. He threw up his arms and legs and fell on his back into the river, just into the hole. "I should have fished him out most certainly, Monsieur le President, if I had had time. But, to make matters worse, the fat woman had the upper hand and was pounding Melie for all she was worth.
There are more than three hundred people who have asked me; I have been offered glasses of brandy and liquors, fried fish, matelots, to make me tell! But just go and try whether the chub will come. Ah! they have patted my stomach to get at my secret, my recipe. Only my wife knows, and she will not tell it, any more than I shall! Is not that so, Melie?"
"Well, we fastened Delila under the willows and had landed and were fishing side by side, Melie and I, close to the two others. But here, monsieur, I must enter into details. "We had only been there about five minutes when our neighbor's line began to jerk twice, thrice; and then he pulled out a chub as thick as my thigh; rather less, perhaps, but nearly as big!
She waits for him at the door of the house, and as he enters she roars at him: "'So there you are, slut, hog, giggling sot! "Then Matthew, who is not laughing any longer, plants himself opposite her and says in a severe tone: "'Be still, Melie; this is no time to talk; wait till to-morrow. "If she keeps on shouting at him, he goes up to her and says in a shaky voice: "'Don't bawl any more.
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