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Lucien started, as if the bill-broker had thrust a red-hot skewer through his heart. Samanon was subjecting the bills and their dates to a close scrutiny. "And even then," he added, "I must see Fendant first. He ought to deposit some books with me. Lousteau, watching Lucien, saw him take up his bills, and dash out into the street. "He is the devil himself!" exclaimed the poet.
I am going to dine with the Kellers and my mistress to-night," he continued; "and to me it is easier to find thirty sous than two hundred francs, so I keep my wardrobe here. It has brought the charitable usurer a hundred francs in the last six months. "And sou by sou," Lousteau said with a laugh. "I will let you have fifteen hundred francs," said Samanon, looking up.
Samanon was still reading the note when a third comer entered, the wearer of a short jacket, which seemed in the dimly-lighted shop to be cut out of a piece of zinc roofing, so solid was it by reason of alloy with all kinds of foreign matter.
To restore this child to the ways of virtue would surely atone for many sins. I knew what I was doing." thought she, remembering the scene with Crevel. "But she she knows nothing." "Do you know Monsieur Samanon?" asked Atala, with an insinuating look. "No, my child; but why do you ask?" "Really and truly?" said the artless girl. "You have nothing to fear from this lady," said the Italian woman.
Lucien started, as if the bill-broker had thrust a red-hot skewer through his heart. Samanon was subjecting the bills and their dates to a close scrutiny. "And even then," he added, "I must see Fendant first. He ought to deposit some books with me. Lousteau, watching Lucien, saw him take up his bills, and dash out into the street. "He is the devil himself!" exclaimed the poet.
Samanon touched the brass button of a bell-pull, and a woman came down from some upper region, a Normande apparently, to judge by her rich, fresh complexion. "Let the gentleman have his clothes," said Samanon, holding out a hand to the newcomer. "It's a pleasure to do business with you, sir; but that youngster whom one of your friends introduced to me took me in most abominably."
"She is an angel." "It is because my good old boy is afraid of being caught by Samanon. He is hiding, and I wish he could be free " "Why?" "On! then he would take me to Bobino, perhaps to the Ambigu." "What a delightful creature!" said the Baroness, kissing the girl. "Are you rich?" asked Atala, who was fingering the Baroness' lace ruffles. "Yes, and No," replied Madame Hulot.
"If you see Samanon in a bookseller's shop, or calling on a paper-merchant or a printer, you may know that it is all over with that man," said the artist. "Samanon is the undertaker come to take the measurements for a coffin." "You won't discount your bills now, Lucien," said Etienne. "If Samanon will not take them, nobody else will; he is the ultima ratio," said the stranger.
"How much will you lose?" asked Mitral. "Nothing," said Gobseck. "Nobody knows we are in it," added Gigonnet; "Samanon screens us." "Come, listen to me, Gigonnet; it is cold, and your niece is waiting outside. You'll understand what I want in two words. "Is it possible!" said Gobseck. "What for?" cried Gigonnet, "and where to?" "To des Lupeaulx's magnificent country-seat," replied Mitral.
"Oh, if only some one would pay my debts!" said the Baron, with a suspicious look, "for Samanon is after me." "We have not paid up the arrears yet; your son still owes a hundred thousand francs." "Poor boy!" "And your pension will not be free before seven or eight months. If you will wait a minute, I have two thousand francs here." The Baron held out his hand with fearful avidity.
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