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If in the morning, why not now? She decided to go now. No one opposed the idea much. Only Franz seemed a little disturbed and the concierge tepidly urged patience. But Betty was fretted by waiting. Also she knew that Vernon and his uncle might return at any moment. And it would perhaps be awkward for him to find her there she would not for the world cause him a moment's annoyance.
I had fortunately managed to get rid of my house in the Rue d'Aumale by sub-letting it, a transaction in which I was helped by a present of a hundred francs to the concierge, and was now merely waiting for news from my protectors. As I did not wish to press them, my situation became most painfully prolonged, though it was not altogether devoid of pleasant but tantalising incidents.
He was about to shuffle off again when Tournefort broke in roughly: "None of that nonsense, Grosjean! Where are the aristos?" "The aristos, citizen?" queried Grosjean, and nothing could have looked more utterly, more ludicrously bewildered than did the old concierge at this moment. "What aristos?" "Bertin and Madame la Comtesse," retorted Tournefort gruffly. "I heard them talking."
One sombre, misty, winter morning, as Amedee lingered in his bed, his father entered, bringing him a letter that the wife of the concierge had just brought up. The letter was from Maurice, inviting his friend to dinner that evening at seven o'clock at Foyots, to meet some of his former companions at the Lycee Henri IV.
Véron informs us that, after waiting six weeks for a patient, upon first commencing practice, he had the good fortune to stop the bleeding nose of a concièrge, in his vicinity, which had resisted all the usual appliances; the news of his exploit was soon noised abroad, its merit exaggerated, and he was astonished to receive six or seven patients a day, attracted by his sudden reputation.
But the open carriage suddenly drawn up at the other side of the broad pavement was interesting, very. For it contained the lady who had given the 100 francs, and had promised another fifty on the first of the month. She had never come with that fifty, and the concierge having given up all hope of seeing her again, had acted accordingly. Lady St.
But the concierge was thoroughly alarmed by the really odd behaviour of all these men, and again screamed at the top of her voice: "Help! Police!" The first porter was exasperated. "It's unfortunate to be taken for thieves," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Look here, Auguste, just run down to the corner of the street and bring back a gendarme.
He was taken to the Prefecture and promised immediate liberty in exchange for one word that would put the police on the track of Georges. He was offered 1,500 louis d'or, which they took care to count out before him, and on his refusal to betray his master, Réal had him put to the torture. Bertrand, the concierge of the depôt, undertook the task.
She poured the hot water into the tub, and soaped the things a last time with her hands, leaning over them in a mass of steam, which deposited small beads of grey vapor in her light hair. "Here put some soda in, I've got some by me," said the concierge, obligingly. And she emptied into Gervaise's tub what remained of a bag of soda which she had brought with her.
This button belonged to Florentin." "To your brother?" "Yes, to Florentin, who, the day of the crime, had been to see Caffie." "That is true; the concierge told the commissioner of police that he called about three o'clock." Phillis gave a cry of despair. "They know he was there? Then it is more serious than we imagined or believed."
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