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Twenty minutes after, Lisbeth and Crevel reached the house in the Rue Barbet, where Madame Marneffe was awaiting, in mild impatience, the result of a step taken by her commands. Valerie had in the end fallen a prey to the absorbing love which, once in her life, masters a woman's heart.
I suppose you have come to get that bill of sale," said Barbet, replying to the salutation of his victim. "Here it is." And, to Baron Bourlac's great astonishment, he held out the document, which the baron took, saying, "I do not understand." "Didn't you pay me?" said the usurer. "Are you paid?" "Yes, your grandson took the money to the sheriff this morning."
He stocked his copies in a corner of his shop, with the obstinacy of greed, and left his competitors to sell their wares at a loss. Two years afterwards, when d'Arthez's fine preface, the merits of the book, and one or two articles by Leon Giraud had raised the value of the book, Barbet sold his copies, one by one, at ten francs each.
The two scamps joined forces with Barbet, Chaboisseau, Samanon, and usurers of that stamp, and bought up hopelessly bad debts. "Claparon's place of business at that time was a cramped entresol in the Rue Chabannais five rooms at a rent of seven hundred francs at most. Each partner slept in a little closet, so carefully closed from prudence, that my head-clerk could never get inside.
One evening, in the month of February, 1840, the Thuillier salon contained the various personages whose silhouettes we have just traced out, together with some others. It was nearly the end of the month. Barbet and Metivier having business with mademoiselle Brigitte, were playing whist with Minard and Phellion.
Monsieur Barbet is a kind of a tiger one mustn't offend, and But I would like to know what he's telling him. Felicite! Felicite, you great gawk! where are you?" cried the widow in her rasping, brutal voice, she had been using her dulcet tones to Godefroid. The servant-girl, stout, squint-eyed, and red-haired, ran out. "Keep your eye on things, do you hear me? I shall be back in five minutes."
He will go a long way if he does not throw himself into the river, and even so he will get as far as the drag-nets at Saint-Cloud." "If I had any advice to give the gentleman," remarked Barbet, "it would be to give up poetry and take to prose. Poetry is not wanted on the Quais just now."
"And at Lavoisier's, on the Boulevard Poissonnière " "What is sold, pray, at Lavoisier's?" "Gloves, perfumes, hosiery, ready-made linen..." "Enough you can proceed." "I have also a bill at at Barbet's, in the Passage de l'Opéra." "And Barbet is ?" "A a florist!" I replied, very reluctantly. "Humph! a florist!" observed Dr. Chéron, again transfixing me with the cold, blue eye.
The activity of Theodose and Dutocq, Cerizet, Barbet, Metivier, Minard, Phellion, Colleville, and others of the Thuillier circle was extreme. Great and small, they all put their hands to the work. Cadenet procured thirty votes in his section.
The difference between Josepha's house and that in the Rue Barbet was just that between the individual stamp on things and commonness. The objects you admired at Crevel's were to be bought in any shop. These two types of luxury are divided by the river Million. A mirror, if unique, is worth six thousand francs; a mirror designed by a manufacturer who turns them out by the dozen costs five hundred.
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