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"'Sieur Frowenfel', Agricola writ'n' to Sylvestre to stop dat dool?" "Yes." "You goin' take dat lett' to Sylvestre?" "Yes." "'Sieur Frowenfel', dat de wrong g-way. You got to take it to 'Polyte Brahmin-Mandarin, an' 'e got to take it to Valentine Grandissime, an' 'e got to take it to Sylvestre. You see, you got to know de manner to make. Once 'pon a time I had a diffycultie wid "
But she expected too much. Nothing so terrorizes a blushing girl as a blushing man. And then though they did sometimes digress Clotilde and her partner met to talk "business" in a purely literal sense. Aurora, after a time, had taken her money into her own keeping. "You mighd gid robb' ag'in, you know, 'Sieur Frowenfel'," she said.
"You hought to 'ave a mo' larger sto' an' some clerque," pursued Aurora. The apothecary answered that he was contemplating the enlargement of his present place or removal to a roomier, and that he had already employed an assistant. "Oo it is, 'Sieur Frowenfel'?" Clotilde turned toward the questioner a remonstrative glance.
"'Sieur Frowenfel'," he called from under the counter, later in the day, "you t'ink it would be hanny disgrace to paint de pigshoe of a niggah?" "Certainly not." "Ah, my soul! what a pigshoe I could paint of Bras-Coupé!" We have the afflatus in Louisiana, if nothing else.
Palmyre loved her, and through her contact ceased, for a time, at least, to be the pet leopard she had been at the Cannes Brulées. Honoré went away to Paris only sixty days after Palmyre entered the house. But even that was not soon enough. "'Sieur Frowenfel'," said Aurora, in her recital, "Palmyre, she never tole me dad, mais I am shoe, shoe dad she fall in love wid Honoré Grandissime.
One must inevitably feel a little silly, setting up tenpins for ladies who are too polite, even if able, to bowl them down. Aurora and the visitor began to speak simultaneously; both apologized, and Aurora said: "'Sieur Frowenfel', w'en I was a lill girl," and Frowenfeld knew that he was going to hear the story of Palmyre. Clotilde moved, with the obvious intention to mend the fire.
"I wend ad 'is shob to pay doze rend." "How you wend ad 'is shob to pay " Clotilde produced the bracelet. The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, while Aurora took in without further explanation Clotilde's project and its failure. "An' 'Sieur Frowenfel' dey kill 'im? Ah! Ma chère, fo' wad you mague me to hass all dose question?"
Sometimes she shook her head in solemn scorn; and, when Frowenfeld, at a certain point where Palmyre's fate locked hands for a time with that of Bras-Coupé, asked a fervid question concerning that strange personage, tears leaped into her eyes, as she said: "Ah! 'Sieur Frowenfel', iv I tra to tell de sto'y of Bras-Coupé, I goin' to cry lag a lill bebby."
"He is an excellent drug clerk," said Frowenfeld defensively. Whereat Aurora laughed again, leaning over and touching Clotilde's knee with one finger. "An' excellen' drug cl' ha, ha, ha! oh!" "You muz podden uz, M'sieu' Frowenfel'," said Clotilde, with forced gravity. Frowenfeld had never before spent such an hour.
"'Sieur Frowenfel', excuse me I take dat lett' to 'Polyte for you if you want." There are times when mere shopkeeping any peaceful routine is torture. But the apothecary felt so himself; he declined his assistant's offer and went out toward the Veau-qui-tête.
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