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He drank, and consumed three bottles of wine without changing the current of his thoughts. The waiters were surprised to see him scarcely touch the dishes set before him, and growing more gloomy after each potation. His dinner cost ninety francs; he threw his last hundred-franc note on the table, and went out.
Giacomo has already taken your luggage down. You must come away, Monsieur l'Abbe." Then seeing him blink, still dazed as it were, she smiled and added: "You were bidding Rome goodbye. What a frightful sky there is." "Yes, frightful," was his reply. Then they descended the stairs. He had handed her a hundred-franc note to be shared between herself and the other servants.
They have two bedrooms, connected by an interior door, on the second floor, and they have not left them since their arrival." "Has the duke visited them there?" "I don't think he has seen them. They had a conversation on their arrival;" and the fellow grinned. Now was my time. I took a hundred-franc note out of my pocket and held it in my hand so that he could see the figures on it.
They were out of sight from the windows. Ste. Marie withdrew from his pocket one of the hundred-franc notes, and the single, beadlike eye of the ancient gnome fixed upon it and seemed to shiver with a fascinated delight. "A hundred francs!" said Ste. Marie, unnecessarily, and the old man licked his withered lips.
At last, unable to endure the scene any longer, he drew a hundred-franc bank-note from his pocketbook, crumpled it in his hand and threw it at Chupin, saying: "That's a very pretty story you are telling, my boy; but we've had enough of it. Take your pay and leave us." Unfortunately, the note struck Chupin full in the face.
An honest deputy! ah, good heavens! yes, he would have liked to be one; but was he not perpetually "hard-up," ever in search of a hundred-franc note, and thus, perforce, a deputy for sale? And withal he led such a pitiable life, so badgered by the women folk about him, that to satisfy their demands he would have picked up money no matter where or how.
A thrill of fear, of terrifying suspicion, flooded Bill Chester's shrewd but commonplace mind. "I am leaving Lacville this evening in order to join my friend Madame Wolsky. I request you therefore to send on my luggage to the cloak room at the Gare du Nord. I enclose a hundred-franc note to pay you what I owe. Please distribute the rest of the money among the servants.
"Shall I put something for you on twenty-four?" hastily asked Madame d'Ambre. "But it has just come." "It may come again. Often a number repeats. Shall I or not? An instant, and it will be too late." With her heart in her throat, Mary handed the Frenchwoman a hundred-franc note crushed in a ball. Madame d'Ambre asked a croupier near where she stood to stake the money. He did so, just in time.
'What did I tell you? said Racksole, leading the way to another table further up the room. A hundred curious glances went after him. One old woman, whose gay attire suggested a false youthfulness, begged him in French to stake a five-franc piece for her. She offered him the coin. He took it, and gave her a hundred-franc note in exchange.
Do not encourage his advances, but do not repulse them, and above all keep me well informed of everything that goes on in his house." She spoke a few words of touching gratitude, then she rose, and with a gesture of exquisite grace she extracted a hundred-franc note from her reticule and placed it upon my desk. "Mademoiselle," I protested with splendid dignity, "I have done nothing as yet."
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