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Updated: June 16, 2025
Jasmin, in one part of his poem, compares the ancient patois to one of the grand old elms in the Promenade de Gravier, which, having in a storm had some of its branches torn away, was ordered by the local authorities to be rooted up. The labourers worked away, but their pick-axes became unhafted. They could not up-root the tree; they grew tired and forsook the work.
The circulation of money had made every one anxious to earn it, apathy had ceased, the place had awakened. "The story of M. Gravier, one of those who did so much for this canton, can be concluded in a few words.
"That is all," said Lousteau, "for the foreman has torn off the rest in wrapping up my proofs. But it is enough to show that the author was full of promise." "I cannot make head or tail of it," said Gatien Boirouge, who was the first to break the silence of the party from Sancerre. "Nor I," replied Monsieur Gravier. "And yet it is a novel of the time of the Empire," said Lousteau.
In a moment the waiting-woman, whose shape was slender, and who walked with an elegant jauntiness' meneho, as they call it," Monsieur Gravier explained in a superior tone, "a word which describes the swing which women contrive to give a certain part of their dress that shall be nameless.
Imagine their astonishment and Gatien's delight when all four, candle in hand, and with hardly any clothes on, came to look at the hairs, and found them in perfect preservation on both doors. "Is it the same wax?" asked Monsieur Gravier. "Are they the same hairs?" asked Lousteau. "Yes," replied Gatien. "This quite alters the matter!" cried Lousteau.
Why did the carriage halt at a Gravier Street crossing obliquely opposite the upper front corner of the St. Charles Hotel? Why did all the hotel's gold-braided guests and loungers so quietly press out against its upper balustrades? Why, under its arches, and between balcony posts along the curbstones clear down to Canal Street, was the pathetically idle crowd lining up so silently?
Now Monsieur Gravier was the typical man of forty of whom women make use while they laugh at him, whose hopes they intentionally and remorselessly encourage, as we are kind to a beast of burden.
The frankness and unreserve of his nature had led him to accept Genestas as an acquaintance. "I have heard of the almost miraculous recovery of M. Gravier of Grenoble, whom you received into your house," was the soldier's answer.
"I am quite bewildered," said Madame Popinot-Chandier to Monsieur Gravier. "I am vainly trying to connect the Councillor of State, the Cardinal, the key, and the making-up " "You have not the key to the jest," said Monsieur Gravier. "Well! no more have I, fair lady, if that can comfort you." "But here is another sheet," said Bianchon, hunting on the table where the proofs had been laid.
The child was born in a house situated in one of the old streets of Agen 15 Rue Fon-de-Rache not far from the shop on the Gravier where Jasmin afterwards carried on the trade of a barber and hairdresser.
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