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When I'm rich I'll marry you!" "You are always talking nonsense, Monsieur Gorju," she replied, in a soft voice, with a slightly drawling accent. A stable boy came in to get some oats out of an old chest, and let the lid fall down so awkwardly that it made splinters of wood fly upwards.
All three remained standing, and the councillors, seated round the table, which was covered with a blue cloth, gazed at their faces, pale from privation. "Citizens!" said Gorju, "we want work." The mayor trembled. He could not find his voice.
A make-believe actor, he puts on airs, and in the three minutes that he has been in the room he has looked at his retrousse nose and his coarse face, made to be seen from a distance, ten times in the mirror. His first care is to inform Amedee that he has renounced his name Gorju, which was an impossible one for the theatre, and has taken that of Jocquelet.
"The prescriptions you write are worth more than all that rubbish." The Mayoress had elaborately worked up this speech, which, in her opinion, showed strong judgment. "Well, madame, we must be lenient, we have but twenty pages out of a thousand," said Bianchon, looking at Mademoiselle Gorju, whose figure threatened terrible things after the birth of her first child.
And, if you liked, we could go to the chapel of Croix-Janval, and there, my love, I would swear before the Blessed Virgin to marry you as soon as he is dead." "Ah! he'll never die that husband of yours." Gorju had turned on his heel. She caught hold of him again, and clinging to his shoulders: "Let me go with you. I will be your servant. You want some one. But don't go away! don't leave me!
One of them was lean and wretched-looking, with a knitted waistcoat, the ribbons of which were hanging down; the other, black as coal a machinist, no doubt with hair like a brush, thick eyebrows, and old list shoes. Gorju, like a hussar, wore his waistcoat slung over his shoulder.
In the course of the evening, as they grew calmer, they went over these occurrences, asked themselves who had drunk the Calvados, how the chest got broken, what Madame Castillon wanted when she was calling Gorju, and whether he had dishonoured Mélie.
Who should they see in the back shop, beside Placquevent, in the midst of the topers, but Gorju Gorju, rigged out like a well-to-do citizen, entertaining the company! This meeting was taken as a matter of course. So on they lapsed into a discussion about progress. Bouvard had no doubt it existed in the domain of science.
"Well, and what about the women?" rejoined the workman, with a side wink. Germaine caught him up: "You'd better say 'twas I!" "Certainly it was you." "And perhaps 'twas I smashed the press?" Gorju danced about. "Don't you see that she's drunk?"
Foureau and Marescot interrupted him, exclaiming that he was a communist. "I a communist!" And all kept talking at the same time. When Pécuchet proposed to establish a club, Foureau had the hardihood to reply that they would never see such a thing at Chavignolles. After this, Gorju demanded guns for the National Guard, the general opinion having fixed on him as instructor.
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