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Have you received any gold?" "No; but I have a few old louis, a dozen or so, which you may have. My good friend, make it up with Eugenie. Don't you know all Saumur is pelting you with stones?" "The scoundrels!" "Come, the Funds are at ninety-nine. Do be satisfied for once in your life." "At ninety-nine! Are they, Cruchot?" "Yes." "Hey, hey!
"You seem to think I'm crazy. I'm not. I work everything on the most hard and fast common-sense lines. But when a voice inside you tells you a thing day and night, you must believe it." Said Septimus: "If you had not met her, you wouldn't have met Hégisippe Cruchot, and so you wouldn't have got the idea of Army blisters."
"Maitre Cruchot, see how much ground this tree once took up! Jean," he cried to a laborer, "m-m-measure with your r-r-rule, b-both ways." "Four times eight feet," said the man. "Thirty-two feet lost," said Grandet to Cruchot. "I had three hundred poplars in this one line, isn't that so?
It is only a Chinago." The sergeant remembered the long ride before him, and the pearl-trader's daughter, and debated with himself. "They will blame it on Cruchot if it is discovered," the German urged. "But there's little chance of its being discovered. Ah Chow won't give it away, at any rate." "The blame won't lie with Cruchot, anyway," the sergeant said.
"Mademoiselle, the best way to stop such rumors is to procure your liberty," answered the old notary respectfully, struck with the beauty which seclusion, melancholy, and love had stamped upon her face. "Well, my daughter, let Monsieur Cruchot manage the matter if he is so sure of success. He understands your father, and how to manage him.
Eugenie's hand is sought by several suitors, and in particular by the son of the banker des Grassins and the son of the notary Cruchot, these two families waging a diplomatic warfare on behalf of their respective candidates. Into this midst suddenly comes the fashionable nephew Charles Grandet, whose father has, unknown to him, just committed suicide to escape bankruptcy.
Oh, you needn't look uncomfortable, my dear fellow. I loved you for it. In Paris you practically told me that I oughtn't to regard her as a kind of fetich for the Cure, and claim her bodily presence. You also put before me the fact that there was no more reason for her to believe in the Cure than yourself or Hégisippe Cruchot.
I've had a lot of time to think the last few months," he continued after a pause. "I've had no one but Emmy and Hégisippe Cruchot to talk to and I've thought a great deal about women. They usedn't to come my way, and I didn't know anything at all about them." "Do you now?" asked Sypher, with a smile. "Oh, a great deal," replied Septimus seriously.
But Grandet, who saw a newspaper in the notary's hand, stopped short and asked, "How are the Funds?" "You never listen to my advice, Grandet," answered Cruchot. "Buy soon; you will still make twenty per cent in two years, besides getting an excellent rate of interest, five thousand a year for eighty thousand francs fifty centimes." "We'll see about that," answered Grandet, rubbing his chin.
"My friend Hégisippe Cruchot gave you an idea in Paris about soldiers' feet. How is it developing?" Sypher made a wry face. "I found, my dear Dix, it was like your guns of large caliber." He rose and walked impatiently about the room. "Don't let us talk about the Cure, there's a dear fellow. I come down here to forget it." "Forget it?" Septimus stared at him in amazement. "Yes.
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