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"And these two or three months I shall be allowed, I am sure, to pass at my ease in a lunatic asylum. I have one deputy under my thumb." "Oh! then your affair is sure." "Hold, Bourdin, I can hardly keep from laughing; these fools who have sent me here will gain much by it! They shall never see a sou of the money they claim. They force me to sell my commission all the same.
Cabinet-work and brasswork, theatrical costumes, blown glass, painted porcelain all the various fancy goods known as l'article Paris are made here. Dirty and productive like commerce, always full of traffic foot-passengers, vans, and drays the Cite Bourdin is an unsavory-looking neighborhood, with a seething population in keeping with the squalid surroundings.
"My pretty girl," said Bourdin approaching Miss Dimpleton, "you're cool, you must try to make this poor man listen to reason; his little girl is dead, but nevertheless he must come with us to Clichy to the debtors' prison. We are sheriffs' officers." "It is, then, all true," said the girl. "Quite true.
At sight of these unhappy children, shivering with cold and fear, Bourdin, in spite of his natural callousness, and the constant sight of scenes like the present, felt something akin to compassion; his companion, unpitying, brutally disengaged his leg from the grasp of the kneeling supplicants. "Hands off, you young ragamuffins!
"Is he hard of hearing?" asked Malicorne. "Well, then, to the debtor's prison, if you like that better," explained Bourdin. "You you are can it be? the lawyer! Oh, my God!" The artisan, pale as death, fell back on his stool, unable to utter another word. "We are the officers who are to take you, if we can; do you understand now, old fellow?"
Through the half-open door was seen Hoppy's evil, watchful, and cunning face, who, having followed the strangers, unknown to them, was narrowly watching and listening attentively. "What do you want?" challenged the lapidary, roughly, disgusted with the rudeness of the two men. "Jerome Morel," responded Bourdin. "I am he." "Working jeweler?" "The same." "Are you quite sure?"
"What does this old polecat want?" said Bourdin. "If you dare to pass any of your blackguard remarks upon me, I'll make you feel my nails and my teeth too, if necessary!" screamed Mrs. Pipelet: "and more than that, my lodger, my prince of lodgers, will pitch you from the top to the bottom of the staircase, as he says! And I will sweep you away like a heap of rubbish, as you are!"
The Third Objections are from Hobbes, the Fifth from Gassendi, the First, which were also the first received, from the theologian Caterus of Antwerp, while the Second and Sixth, collected by Mersenne, are from various theologians and mathematicians. In the second edition there were added, further, the Seventh Objections, by the Jesuit Bourdin, and the Replies of the author thereto.
"Oh, what a stink of misery and death is here!" said Malicorne, stopping at the threshold. "The fact is, it does not smell of musk. What habits!" repeated Bourdin, turning up his nose in disgust and disdain. He then advanced toward the artisan, who looked at him with mingled surprise and indignation.
"Act as though you were at home, madame," said Bourdin, sarcastically; "but if your husband lifts his hand against me, I will give him something to remember it by," continued he, twisting his loaded stick round and round. Occupied solely with thoughts of Louise, Morel heard nothing of what was said.
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