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Clifford made a snatch at them, but was repulsed by the indignant cabby. "Go on, do you hear?" shouted the Colossus. The cabman looked at Gethryn. "Go on!" laughed Rex, "there is no danger." Jehu lifted his shoulders to the level of his shiny hat, and giving the reins a jerk, muttered, "Crazy English! Heu heu Cocotte!" In twenty minutes they had arrived at the bridge opposite the Palais Bourbon.
Deep down, I have not got over my firm resolution of breaking with her, but I could not dismiss her like a cocotte. And," to justify his inconsistency, "I hoped to get some information about the canon. Oh, on that subject I am not through with her. She's got to make up her mind to speak out and quit answering me by monosyllables and guarded phrases as she did yesterday.
In a tone that implied that all trifling would be useless the cabman cried: "Hey up, hey up, Cocotte!" and his mare pricked up her ears and quickened her pace, so that the Rue de Choisy was speedily reached. Then it was that Lecoq resumed his inquiries. "Well, my good fellow," he began, "you have told me the principal facts, now I should like the details.
The worthy magistrate entered, and commanded the noise to be stopped in the name of the law, at the same time inquiring who was the proprietor of the house. "Brochet is!" chorused a hundred voices. Now Brochet was the surname of a certain fascinating cocotte. "Well," said the good mayor paternally, "I should like to speak to M. Brochet." "That's me!" shouted the same hundred individuals at once.
Had the talk suddenly swung over to amateur theatricals? Lady Cynthia was a terrible puller of legs. "Did you ever hear of Madge Carlyle?" she asked, "or was she before your time?" "I have heard of her." She was a famous London cocotte in the days when mashers wore whiskers and "Champagne Charlie" was sung.
"I wonder when they're going to execute that spy!... If she were a poor woman with children and needed to earn their bread, they would have shot her long ago.... But she is an elegant cocotte and with jewels. Perhaps she has bewitched some of the cabinet ministers. We are going to see her on the street now almost any day.... And my son who died at Verdun!..."
His wife had died during the cruel flight from the invader, and he and his three sons have come back to the remains of their old home. He apologizes for it, though I find it immaculate. Shining casseroles hang by the hearth, the three beds are carefully made, and on the fire something savory is cooking in a cocotte. "It needs a woman's touch," he says smiling.
They were close together: he, tall, dark, with long whiskers and the rather vulgar manners of a good-looking man who is very well satisfied with himself; she, small, fair, and pink, a little Parisian, born in the back room of a shop, half cocotte and half bourgeoise, brought up to entice customers to the store by her glances, and married, in consequence, to a simple, unsophisticated man, who saw her outside the door every morning when he went out and every evening when he came home.
Besides, the woman was no better than a cocotte; and Reggie's friendship was at stake. "No," he said huskily; "that is not true. I was quietly sleeping here and she came up to me. She is man-mad." The tangled heap at Reggie's feet leaped up, her green eyes blazing. "Liar!" she cried. "Reggie, do you believe him? The hypocrite, the goody-goody, the white slave man, the pimp!"
Kedzie was thrilled at his autocratic manner. He scared off the ghost of Magruder. Ferriday pondered aloud the bill of fare as if it were the plot of a new feature film. "Capon en casserole, milk-fed guinea-hen escoffier, plover en cocotte, English golden pheasant, partridge do any of those tiresome things interest you?"
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