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"Make haste and cut that sermon," said Bourdin, brutally, "Malicorne is quite right; you needn't make so much fuss about leaving the stinking kennel. What a hole! what a hole!" Morel rose to follow the bailiff, when the words "Father! father!" sounded on the staircase. "Louise!" exclaimed the lapidary, raising his hands toward heaven; "I can then clasp you to my breast before I go!"
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.
"And do you remember, Jean," continued Bourdin, "when M. Henri dashed down again, how the traitor rebels hallooed out, 'Fire upon the red scarf! Well, I did think it was all up with him then. You were close to him, Jean; nearer than I am to Lolotte now." "And that's quite near enough," said Lolotte, giving him a push. "Why I'm sure I was doing nothing; I was only wanting to show you.
Who are you, to give yourself such airs?" said Bourdin, sheltering himself behind his companion. "Who are you?" "Who is he? He is my tenant, the king of tenants, you foul-mouthed wretches!" cried Mrs. Pipelet, who appeared at last, quite out of breath, still wearing the Brutus wig. In her hand she held an earthen pot filled with boiling soup, which she was kindly taking to the Morels.
"But tell me truly now, Louis Bourdin," said a little girl, who was listening intently all the time, "when you went up into that place, were there real soldiers in armour, with guns and cannon firing at you all the time?" "Truly then there were, Lolotte, hundreds of them," said Bourdin. "Well, that is horrible!" said the girls all at once.
Having become calm, he could view far too clearly the horror of his situation. The notary must be pitiless, since he had gone to such extremity; the bailiffs did but do their duty. The artisan was therefore resigned. "Come, come, let's be marching some time to-day," said Bourdin to him.
One can take it under his arm. Ha! ha! ha!" added he, with a frightful burst of laughter, "how lucky I am! She might perhaps have lived to be eighteen, Louise's age, and no one would have given me credit for a large coffin!" "Egad! this chap seems as though he would lose his senses!" said Bourdin to Malicorne. "Look at him; he quite frightens me! and how the old idiot howls with hunger!
"Missing at the roll-call!" answered the bailiff; "I am incapable of such an act, general!" It was thus that Bourdin, with a pleasantry at once familiar and respectful, called the bailiff, under whose orders he acted; this military form of speech being often used among certain classes of civil practitioners.
"I have no clothes to pack up: I have only these diamonds to take away, and place in the prison registry." "Well, then, dress yourself." "I have no other clothes than these." "Going out in these rags?" said Bourdin. "You will be ashamed of me, doubtless," said the lapidary, bitterly. "No, it is of no consequence, since we go in your coach," answered Malicorne.
It is a not unintelligent artisan population, though the whole power of the intellect is absorbed by the day's manual labor. Topinard, like every other inhabitant of the Cite Bourdin, lived in it for the sake of comparatively low rent, the cause of its existence and prosperity.
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