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Madame Houlard's flat, good-tempered face grows troubled: "Ah yes, I have heard some talk; and listen to that noisy fellow;" then she points to Floris Marceau, who is gesticulating and vehement as usual. She is surprised to find her arm tightly grasped by the large hand of the fruit-seller: "Madame Houlard, tell me the truth: who is to marry with Elise Lesage?"
Now, is there any sense in these things? Ah! my God! he is dead! Well! and his little girl, what am I to do with her? What will the fruit-seller say? The idea of its being possible for a man like that to die like this! When I think how he put himself under that cart! Father Madeleine! Father Madeleine! Pardine! He was suffocated, I said so. He wouldn't believe me. Well!
"Remarkably so," answered Ferrari, leaning back in his chair, and turning his handsome flushed face up to the sky where the stars were beginning to twinkle out one by ones "it appears from all accounts that he rose early and went out for a walk on one of those insufferably hot August mornings, and at the furthest limit of the villa grounds he came upon a fruit-seller dying of cholera.
He now made his way with feeble steps to the entrance where he was to meet his friend. The blood throbbed in his temples, his mouth was parched, and, as a fruit-seller cried her wares from one of the archways, he took a few apples from her basket to refresh himself with their juice.
"She's not my daughter, sir, but my true wife, trusted to me by God that I may protect her," returned Joseph, and he lifted up his carpenter's hand. The door was slammed in their faces. A fruit-seller, who had witnessed the scene, stretched forth his brown neck and asked for their passport. "If you show me your papers and three pieces of silver, I'll take you in for the love of God.
It was some church bell tolling the hour. My pleasing fancies dispersed I again faced the drear reality of my position. Twelve o'clock! Midday or midnight? I could not tell. I began to calculate. It was early morning when I had been taken ill not much past eight when I had met the monk and sought his assistance for the poor little fruit-seller who had after all perished alone in his sufferings.
I have been uncomfortable for hours now, as I felt that our poor friends could never have come through such a forest as this. It is only passable for beasts!" "But the Malay and his message?" "The Malay is as great a cheat as the old fruit-seller; and that message was never written by young Ali, unless he, too, is an enemy!" "My life upon it, he is not," cried Bob.
Ede's face grew grave as he thought of his little windows. 'Nothing, he said, 'can be done without plate-glass; five hundred pounds would buy out the fruit-seller, and throw the whole place into one'; and Kate, interested in all that was imaginative, would raise her eyes from the pages of her book and ask if there was no possibility of realizing this grand future.
For we are all wanderers on the earth." "We've no passport. We've come from Nazareth in Galilee for the enrolment, because I am of the house of David," replied Joseph. "Of the house of David! Why, you don't seem to know whether you're on your head or your heels," and with a laugh the fruit-seller went his way. "It is true," thought Joseph, "noble ancestors are useless to a man of no importance."
'Big leaguers of some kind, thinks Cogan, and asked the fruit-stand keeper who they were, and the fruit-seller said 'Torero. "'Torero? Torero? Ah-h-h' Cogan recalled his 'Spanish Without A Master' 'Ah-h-h, of course, Toreros Toreadors' he remembered the opera 'Carmen' bull-fighters. Cogan got up and followed them.
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