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Updated: June 27, 2025
No bawd could have written a more seducing letter to an innocent country girl, than the 'directeur' did to his 'penitente'; who I dare say had no occasion for his good advice.
Or in other words, the men and the women for an hour or less might enjoy the same exceedingly small room; for purposes of course of devotion it being obvious to Monsieur le Directeur that the representatives of both sexes at La Ferte Mace were inherently of a strongly devotional nature.
He is worse than an eldest son. He will invent a bill or two next! We must cut this short. This Fraisier cannot take large views. What debt is this, my good man? Speak out." "He is off his head," Gaudissart said to himself. And a sudden pang of pity for this poor innocent before him brought a tear to the manager's eyes. "Ah! you understand, mennesir le directeur! Ver' goot.
Allez avec moi," and down I went to the amazement of everyone and the great amazement of myself. "By Jove! wait till he sees me this time," I remarked half-audibly.... The Directeur said nothing when I entered. The Directeur extended a piece of paper, which I read. The Directeur said, with an attempt at amiability: "Alors, vous allez sortir." I looked at him in eleven-tenths of amazement.
This spot was judiciously chosen, for it is out of the reach of enemies’ cruisers. It is called La Gabrielle. No plantation in the western world can vie with La Gabrielle. Its spices are of the choicest kind; its soil particularly favourable to them; its arrangements beautiful; and its directeur, Monsieur Martin, a botanist of first-rate abilities.
He is worse than an eldest son. He will invent a bill or two next! We must cut this short. This Fraisier cannot take large views. What debt is this, my good man? Speak out." "He is off his head," Gaudissart said to himself. And a sudden pang of pity for this poor innocent before him brought a tear to the manager's eyes. "Ah! you understand, mennesir le directeur! Ver' goot.
At the same time, a warder escorting two good conduct prisoners who did the food distribution proceeded to place quite an appetizing meal in Bertie's cell. "Dear miss," said the Directeur in French, "You are so wise, I know, you will do what I wish...?" "I shall not send you back to the Kommandantur. I will take that on myself.
Very interesting." "You want to escape from France, that's it?" the Directeur snarled. "Oh, I hardly should say that!" the Surveillant interposed soothingly; "he is an artist, and Oloron is a very pleasant place for an artist. A very nice place, I hardly think his choice of Oloron a cause for suspicion. I should think it a very natural desire on his part." His superior subsided snarling.
I will order a messenger to carry him at once to the Cats' House, and to request M. le Directeur immediately to destroy him. It is a simple plan, but it is good. I carry it through without a 'itch. It is not so difficult to secure the cat. 'E is asleep in the drawing-room. There is nobody at hand. I have in my bedroom a 'at-box which I have brought from Paris.
I gave him a pleasant smile, which said, If I could see your intestines very slowly embracing a large wooden drum rotated by means of a small iron crank turned gently and softly by myself, I should be extraordinarily happy and I bowed softly and gently to Monsieur le Directeur, and I went through the door using all the perpendicular inches which God had given me.
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