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If Charley had been less engaged with his own thoughts, he would have noticed the curious baleful look in the eyes of the tailor; but he was deeply absorbed in a struggle that had nothing to do with Louis Trudel. The old fever of thirst and desire was upon him. All morning the door of Jolicoeur's saloon was opening and shutting before his mind's eye, and there was a smell of liquor everywhere.
Being sequent to the settlement of Monsieur Fromagin's monthly bill always a matter of nettling dispute it naturally tended to develop its own asperities. "They say," observed Monsieur Fromagin, "that the cat it was among his many tricks had the habitude to jump on Madame Jolicoeur's head when, for that purpose, she covered it with a night-cap.
For an instant there was an involuntary arrest of Jean Jolicoeur's look, as though memory had been roused, but this swiftly passed, and he said: "Fine dogs, them! We never get that kind hereabouts now, M'sieu'. Ever been to the city before?" "I've never been far from home before," answered the Forgotten Man.
"Madame dines," was the announcement that met Monsieur Peloux when, in response to his ring, Madame Jolicoeur's door was opened for him by a trim maid-servant. "But Madame already has continued so long her dining," added the maid-servant, with a glint in her eyes that escaped his preoccupied attention, "that in but another instant must come the end.
Matters being thus advanced, the Shah de Perse would make a show of becoming absorbed in searchings for an imaginary mouse but so would conduct his fictitious quest for that supposititious animal as eventually to achieve for himself a strategic position close behind Madame Jolicoeur's chair.
"Do you want to know the worst they say?" she asked, growing pale to the lips. "Go and stand behind the door of Jolicoeur's saloon. Go to any street corner, and listen. Do you think I don't know what they say? Do you think the world doesn't talk about the company you keep? Haven't I seen you going into Jolicoeur's saloon when I was walking on the other side of the street?
Visions of Jolicoeur's saloon came to his mind's eye. With a singular separateness, a new-developed dual sense, he saw himself standing in the summer heat, looking over to the cool dark doorway of the saloon, and he caught again the smell of the fresh-drawn beer. He was conscious of watching himself do this and that, of seeing himself move here and there.
If Charley had been less engaged with his own thoughts, he would have noticed the curious baleful look in the eyes of the tailor; but he was deeply absorbed in a struggle that had nothing to do with Louis Trudel. The old fever of thirst and desire was upon him. All morning the door of Jolicoeur's saloon was opening and shutting before his mind's eye, and there was a smell of liquor everywhere.
I give you my word, too" strange that he touched his lips with his tongue as he did in the old days when his mind turned to Jean Jolicoeur's saloon "that I will do nothing to cause regret for your humanity and and Christian kindness." Again the tongue touched the lips a wave of the old life had swept over him, the old thirst had rushed upon him.
Visions of Jolicoeur's saloon came to his mind's eye. With a singular separateness, a new-developed dual sense, he saw himself standing in the summer heat, looking over to the cool dark doorway of the saloon, and he caught again the smell of the fresh-drawn beer. He was conscious of watching himself do this and that, of seeing himself move here and there.
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