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The Chinago was carrying the foolishness too far. "I am not Ah Chow " Ah Cho began. "That will do," the gendarme interrupted. He puffed up his cheeks and strove to appear fierce. "I tell you I am not " Ah Cho began again. "Shut up!" bawled Cruchot. After that they rode along in silence.
Plant 'em there, and they'll get nourishment from the government," he said, turning to Cruchot, and giving a slight motion to the wen on his nose, which expressed more than the most ironical of smiles. "True enough; poplars should only be planted on poor soil," said Cruchot, amazed at Grandet's calculations. "Y-y-yes, monsieur," answered the old man satirically.
It is the idea that you have given me. I am very grateful to you, Monsieur Cruchot." Hégisippe laughed. "It is to my mother you should be grateful, Monsieur." "I should like to present her with a free order for the Cure for life if I knew where she lived." "That is easy," said Hégisippe, "seeing that she is concierge in the house where the belle dame of Monsieur has her appartement."
Maitre Cruchot came early, and found the old wine-grower sitting in the fine June weather on the little bench, his back against the division wall of the garden, engaged in watching his daughter. "What may you want, Maitre Cruchot?" he said, perceiving the notary. "I came to speak to you on business." "Ah! ah! have you brought some gold in exchange for my silver?"
Well, then, three h-h-hundred times thir-thirty-two lost m-m-me five hundred in h-h-hay; add twice as much for the side rows, fifteen hundred; the middle rows as much more. So we may c-c-call it a th-thousand b-b-bales of h-h-hay " "Very good," said Cruchot, to help out his friend; "a thousand bales are worth about six hundred francs."
Cruchot took that person beside him on the seat of a wagon, behind two mules, and drove away. Ah Cho was glad to be out in the sunshine. He sat beside the gendarme and beamed. He beamed more ardently than ever when he noted the mules headed south toward Atimaono. Undoubtedly Schemmer had sent for him to be brought back. Schemmer wanted him to work. Very well, he would work well.
He did not want to see that knife descend. But he felt it for one great fleeting instant. And in that instant he remembered Cruchot and what Cruchot had said. But Cruchot was wrong. The knife did not tickle. That much he knew before he ceased to know. Whatever you do, make westing! make westing! Sailing directions for Cape Horn.
Neither you nor my daughter wish to rob me, do you, little one?" "But, Monsieur Cruchot, what am I to do?" said Eugenie impatiently.
"I mean it in the best possible sense for you, for madame, for the town of Saumur, and for monsieur," said the wily old man, turning to Charles. The Abbe Cruchot had guessed the conversation between Charles and Madame des Grassins without seeming to pay attention to it.
Madame des Grassins rang the changes on the peerage and the title of marquise, until, mistaking Eugenie's disdainful smile for acquiescence, she went about proclaiming that the marriage with "Monsieur Cruchot" was not nearly as certain as people thought. "Though Monsieur de Froidfond is fifty," she said, "he does not look older than Monsieur Cruchot.
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