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"Do you remember me?" and a shaking of hands, they all seated themselves around the table. What! is that little dumpy fellow with the turned-up nose, straight as an arrow and with such a satisfied air, Gorju, who wanted to be an actor? He is one now, or nearly so, since he studies with Regnier at the Conservatoire.
Gorju, obeying them with zeal, removed one of the poplar trees that skirted the meadow above La Butte, and transported it to "the Cows' Pass," at the entrance of the village, the place appointed for the purpose. Before the hour for the ceremony, all three awaited the procession. They heard a drum beating, and then beheld a silver cross.
Pécuchet, turning aside, breathed hard to emphasise his emotion. Madame Bordin, without moving, kept her eyes wide open, as if gazing at people whirling round; Mélie was listening behind the door; Gorju, in his shirt-sleeves, was staring at them through the window. Bouvard made a dash into the second part.
"Simply drink a cup of tea every day an hour after dinner, as the English do, and you will get over it, for what you suffer from is an English malady," Bianchon replied very gravely. "He is certainly a great physician," said the Presidente, coming back to Madame de Clagny, Madame Popinot-Chandier, and Madame Gorju, the Mayor's wife.
Germaine had not gone, and Gorju now and again came to dig in the garden; for they had yielded through indifference, forgetful of material things. After Walter Scott, Alexandre Dumas diverted them after the fashion of a magic-lantern.
When he would be passing through Chavignolles, he would feel a hankering after the bowl; and his chatterings might reach the ears of the Government. Out of prudence they kept it hidden in the bakehouse, then in the arbour, in the trunk, in a cupboard. Gorju was tired of dragging it about. The possession of such a rare piece of furniture bound them the closer to the Celticism of Normandy.
John's night, marriages, popular sayings, etc.? He even begged of them to collect for him some of those flint axes, then called celtæ, which the Druids used in their criminal holocausts. They procured a dozen of them through Gorju, sent him the smallest of them, and with the others enriched the museum.
Gorju, Vaucorbeil, and Petit kept working for the overthrow of the mayor; and, the ground being thus cleared, Bouvard and Pécuchet, without any doubt, were likely to succeed. They drew lots to know which would present himself. The drawing decided nothing, and they went to consult the doctor on the subject. He had news for them: Flacardoux, editor of Le Calvados, had announced his candidature.
It was Gorju; and they met some six feet away from Pécuchet, the row of trees separating them from him. "Is it true," said she, "you are going to fight?" Pécuchet slipped behind the ditch to listen. "Well, yes," replied Gorju; "I am going to fight. What has that to do with you?" "He asks me such a question!" cried she, flinging her arms about him. "But, if you are killed, my love! Oh! remain!"
Amedee, having spoken of his drama to the comedian Gorju, called Jocquelet, that person, speaking in his bugle-like voice that came through his bugle-shaped nose, set himself up at once as a man of experience, giving his advice, and quoting, with admiration, Talma's famous speech to a dramatic poet: "Above all, no fine verses!"
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