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"No, I'm your sort, Chris," he said over his shoulder, "only they've tamed me. O God, how tame I am." Chrisfield did not listen to what he was saying. He stood in front of the woman, staring in her face. She looked at him in a stupid frightened way. He felt in his pockets for some money. As he had just been paid he had a fifty-franc note. He spread it out carefully before her. Her eyes glistened.
But he is a very respectable man," she added in defence of her client. "Where does he sleep?" asked the boy. "There!" The woman pointed to a room on the opposite side of the narrow landing. "He has just come in, I can hear him." She listened. "Will madame get me change for this?" The boy produced a fifty-franc note, and the woman's eyebrows rose. "Such wealth!" she said good-naturedly.
The only extenuating circumstance he could find in Jeannin's case was that he was not responsible for his actions. With that he begged Madame Jeannin's pardon for having expressed himself a little emphatically about her husband: he pleaded the sympathy that he felt for her: and he opened his drawer and offered her a fifty-franc note, charity which she refused.
"The wickedest woman in the world and a thief into the bargain!" "I, a thief!" screamed the other. "What about that business with the ducks at ten francs apiece: don't you call that thieving?" "Hold your tongue, you low creature! Who stole the fifty-franc note from my dressing-table? Lord, that I should have to live with such a wretch!"
Then she turned to look at the posters on the bridge sidings. One was on pretty blue paper and offered a fifty-franc reward for a lost dog. Someone must have really loved that dog! Gervaise slowly resumed her walk.
"Here's two hundred and fifty.... It's not so much as it sounds." Andrews handed him five fifty-franc notes. "Say, how did you come to bust loose?" said Al, turning his head towards Andrews. "I got away from a labor battalion one night. That's all." "Tell me about it, buddy. I don't feel my hand so much when I'm talking to somebody.... I'd be home now if it wasn't for a gin mill in Alsace.
I asked. "Yes, I knew him," answered my friend; "he lifted a fifty-franc note from me and got killed before I could get it back." "How did it happen?" "Went through my pockets, I imagine." "Oh, no, I meant how did he get killed?" "Stray shell sailed in as we were going through a village, and caught him and two of the other boys."
Vagualame felt in his pockets. He held out a note-book. "You will find two fifty-franc notes in this. It is more than you need for a suitable disguise. I will give you more money when you start off, because I am going to send you to a foreign country." Whilst talking, Vagualame and Bobinette had gone a long way from The Crying Calf.
He felt in the pockets and withdrew his little English pigskin sovereign-purse. It had not been tampered with, and he gave an exclamation of relief over that, for he might later on have use for money. There were eight louis in it, each in its little separate compartment, and in another pocket he found a fifty-franc note and some silver. He went to the two east windows and looked out.
Moistening thumb and forefinger, "How'll you have it?" he inquired with a lift of his cunning eyes; and when Kirkwood had advised him, slowly counted out four fifty-franc notes, placed them near the edge of the table, and weighted them with five ten-franc pieces. And, "'That all?" he asked, replacing the pocket-book. "That will be about all.
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