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She actually said that if she had met them, she would have spit too. Really, she was convinced of the innocence of the Thirty-second, but something prevented her from admitting it. The dispute ended with high words between herself and Chirac. The next day Chirac came home at an unusual hour, knocked at the kitchen door, and said: "I must give notice to leave you." "Why?" she demanded curtly.
She demanded thick clothes for the concierge's boy, and received boots from Chirac, gloves from Carlier, and a great overcoat from Niepce. The weather increased in severity, and provisions in price. One day she sold to the wife of a chemist who lived on the first floor, for a hundred and ten francs, a ham for which she had paid less than thirty francs.
But she supposed these Frenchmen were all alike: disgusting; and decided that it was useless to worry over a universal fact. They had simply no shame, and she had been very prudent to establish herself far away on the sixth floor. She hoped that none of the other boarders had overheard Niepce's outrageous insolence. She was not sure if Chirac was not writing in his room.
Sophia hastened forward, as it were surreptitiously, and with a forward-reaching movement turned down the wicks of the lamp; black specks were falling on the table; happily the saucepan was covered, or the bouillon would have been ruined. Chirac made a heart-rending spectacle, and Sophia was aware of deep and painful emotion in seeing him thus.
She was one of those who are prepared to pay without grumbling for what they have had. There was a sound outside. She noticed that the dawn had begun. The door opened and disclosed Gerald. They exchanged a searching glance, and Gerald shut the door. Gerald infected the air, but she perceived at once that he was sobered. His lip was bleeding. "Mr. Chirac brought me home," she said.
Coettenfao, chevalier d'honneur of Madame la Duchesse de Berry, came during the morning to beg the King, in her name, that Chirac, a famous doctor of M. d'Orleans, should be allowed to see M. le Duc de Berry. The King refused, on the ground that all the other doctors were in accord, and that Chirac, who might differ with them, would embarrass them.
I knew moreover, that Chirac had continually told him that the habitual continuance of his suppers would lead him to apoplexy, or dropsy on the chest, because his respiration was interrupted at times; upon which he had cried out against this latter malady, which was a slow, suffocating, annoying preparation for death, saying that he preferred apoplexy, which surprised and which killed at once, without allowing time to think of it!
And she saw the notes falling down one after another on to the counter as the clerk separated them with a snapping sound of the paper. Chirac was beside her. "Does that make the count?" she said, having pushed towards him five hundred-franc notes. "I should not know how to thank you," he said, accepting the notes. "Truly " His joy was unmistakably eager.
"He is never too prompt, the Governor. It is a quality!" said Carlier, with irony. Chirac entered the car. And then the old man with the watch drew a black bag from the shadow behind him and entrusted it to Chirac, who accepted it with a profound deference and hid it. The sailor began to issue commands. The men at the ropes were bending down now.
"You will wake the others." "And M. Niepce will he need to be wakened?" "M. Niepce is not here," she said. Niepce's door was unlatched. She pushed it open, and went into the room, which was empty and bore no sign of having been used. "Come and satisfy yourself!" she insisted. Chirac did so. His face fell. She took her watch from her pocket. "And now wind my watch, and set it, please."
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