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The Baron de Thaller did not act otherwise; and, should he meet with a disaster, Mme. de Thaller would still have a handsome fortune." M. Desormeaux was, perhaps, the only one not to admit freely that theory, and not to accept that ever-decisive reason, "Others do it." But he was a philosopher, and thought it silly not to be of his time. He therefore contented himself with saying: "Hum!
M. Desormeaux himself, whom he had "pumped" rather cleverly, had told him, whilst patting him amicably on the shoulder, "If you ever need money for your frolics, young man, try and earn it; for I'll be hanged if it's the old man who'll ever supply it." Such answers complicated, instead of explaining, the problem which occupied Maxence.
"My compliments!" exclaimed M. Desormeaux. "And who may this bold fellow be?" "A nobleman, of course," he replied. "Isn't that the tradition? As soon as a financier has made his little million, he starts in quest of a nobleman to give him his daughter." One of those painful presentiments, such as arise in the inmost recesses of the soul, made Mlle. Gilberte turn pale.
Could any one understand the same man at once miserly-economical and madly-prodigal, storming when his wife spent a few cents, and robbing to supply the expenses of an adventuress, and collecting in the same drawer the jeweler's accounts and the butcher's bills? "It is the climax of absurdity," murmured good M. Desormeaux. Maxence fairly shook with wrath. Mlle. Gilberte was weeping. Mme.
The situation struck them as rather pleasant. The others, M. Desclavettes, M. Chapelain, and the worthy M. Desormeaux himself, could have racked their brains in vain to find terms wherein to express the immensity of their astonishments. Vincent Favoral, their old friend, paying for cashmeres, diamonds, and parlor sets! Such an idea could not enter in their minds.
The knocks on the outer door were becoming louder and louder; and M. Desormeaux' voice could be heard, endeavoring to gain a few moments more. "Come," said Maxence, "you cannot hesitate any longer." And, overcoming his father's reluctance, he fastened one end of the sheets around his waist.
"The money is gone; and appearances are against me." His wife had drawn near to him, and taken his hand. "The misfortune is immense," she said, "but not irreparable. We will sell everything we have." "Have you not friends? Are we not here," insisted the others, M. Desclavettes, M. Desormeaux, and M. Chapelain. Gently he pushed his wife aside, and coldly.
Maxence would willingly have become an engineer, for it's rather the style to be an engineer now-a-days; but the examinations for the Polytechnic School are rather steep. Or else a cavalry officer; but the two years at Saint Cyr are not very gay. Or chief clerk, like M. Desormeaux; but he would have to begin by being supernumerary.
Gilberte's particular friend; M. Desormeaux, head clerk in the Department of Justice; and three or four others; and as this just happens to be Saturday " But here he stopped short, and pointing towards the street: "Quick," said he, "look! Speaking of the you know It is twenty minutes past five, there is M. Favoral coming home."
An artificial vagina was created, but the patient died from extravasation of blood into the peritoneal cavity. Carter, Polaillon, Martin, Curtis, Worthington, Hall, Hicks, Moliere, Patry, Dolbeau, Desormeaux, and Gratigny also record instances of absence of the vagina. There are some cases reported in extramedical literature which might be cited.
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