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But, in his present state of mind, Auguste's words sounded to him like a brutal translation of his own thoughts, condemning him for his cowardice in submitting to his humiliating position, and he recognized more clearly than ever that he must fight his way out of this degradation. It was not easy to carry out this resolve.
Pigache dissuaded him from this and left, saying that he would come again in the evening. Castaing said that that would be unnecessary, and it was agreed that Pigache should see the patient again at eight o'clock the next morning. During the afternoon Castaing sent a letter to Paris to Jean, Auguste's negro servant, telling him to take the two keys of his master's desk to his cousin Malassis.
We have looked through it at the walls of Provins, when the lindens were rosy with the first rising of the sap; we have looked through it at the circular panorama from the top of the ruined tower of Montlhéry; we have looked through it across Jean Jacques Rousseau's country, from the lofty terrace of Montmorency, and from the platform in front of the prison of Philippe Auguste's unhappy Danish wife, at Etampes, across the valley of the Juine; and from how many other beautiful spots, not to forget the view up the Seine from the terrace of the Tuileries.
Auguste's voice aroused me. "Ah, Monsieur, is it not a face to love, to adore?" "It is a face to obey," I answered, with some heat, and with more truth than I knew. "Mon Dieu, Monsieur, it is so. It is that mek me love you know not how. You know not what love is, Monsieur Reetchie, you never love laik me. You have not sem risson.
The good old woman kissed her grandson leaving a tear upon his cheek, and went away to thank God in prayer. The dear soul, who was making a novena for Auguste's safety, believed her prayers were answered. "Well," said the vidame, "now you had better show yourself at the ball you were speaking of. I oppose no further objections."
If it spurts out very gently when I pull out the knife, that's a bad sign, and shows that the blood is poor." "But doesn't that depend on how far the knife has been stuck in?" asked Quenu. A smile came over Auguste's pale face. "No," he replied; "I always let four digits of the blade go in; that's the right way to measure.
I have wondered many times since why I did not refuse. Suffice it to say that I took it. And Auguste's face lighted up. "I am a thousan' times gret'ful," he cried; and added, as though with an afterthought, "Monsieur, would you be so kin' as to borrow me fif' dollars?" It was nearly morning when I fell asleep in my chair, from sheer exhaustion, for the day before had been a hard one, even for me.
"If you put your shoes un-der your mat-tress" Monsieur Auguste's voice said, "you'll sleep well." I thanked him for the suggestion, and did so. I reclined in an ecstasy of happiness and weariness. There could be nothing better than this. To sleep. "Got a gottverdummer cigarette?" Harree's voice asked of Fritz. "No bloody fear," Fritz's voice replied coolly.
You see we know all about it, young man." "Here are the stamped papers your grandpapa didn't choose to take," said Madame Vauthier, thrusting three writs into Auguste's hand. "Remain here, madame," said the sheriff; "we shall make you legal guardian of the property. The law gives you forty sous a day, and that's not to be sneezed at."
But he suffered acutely at thought of the bitter hatred which had sent him into that room; he recalled Auguste's pale face and the sniggering looks of the fish-wives; he bethought himself of old Madame Mehudin's words, La Normande's silence, and the empty shop downstairs. The markets were leagued against him, he reflected; the whole neighbourhood had conspired to hand him over to the police.
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