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Distinctly, I do not exclude from Madame Jolicoeur's choice that gallant Major: whose rank now approaching him to the command of a regiment, and fairly equalling the position at the bar achieved by Monsieur Peloux has been won, grade by grade, by deeds of valour in his African campaignings which have made him conspicuous even in the army that stands first in such matters of all the armies of the world.
"But leaving that affair quite aside," continued Monsieur Fromagin airily, but with insistence, "here is this notable advocate who reposes his important homages at Madame Jolicoeur's feet: he a man of an age that is suitable, without being excessive; who has in the community an assured position; whose more than moderate wealth is known.
Knowing, as he did, Madame Jolicoeur's habitual disposition toward the convenances willingly to be boiled in oil rather than in the smallest particular to abrade them he perceived that only two explanations of the situation were possible: either she had lapsed of a sudden into madness; or the thought was petrifying the Major Gontard had won out in his French campaigning on his known conquering African lines.
"I have as good a lawyer as " The landlord laughed scornfully. "They're not made. He'd legislate the devil out of the Pit. Where are you going to stay, M'sieu'?" "Somewhere cheap along the river," answered the Forgotten Man. Jolicoeur's good-natured face became serious. "I'll tell you a place it's honest. It's the next street, a few hundred yards down, on the left.
And yet being only an essayist in crime, still unhardened certain compunctions beset him as he approached himself, on the to-be eventful evening of that eventful day, to the door of Madame Jolicoeur's modestly elegant dwelling on the Pavé d'Amour. In the back of his head were justly self-condemnatory thoughts, to the general effect that he was a blackguard and deserved to be kicked.
From first to last he never asked a question, and there was never any inquiry by look or word. A hundred and twenty miles lay between him and his old home, between him and Kathleen and Billy and Jean Jolicoeur's saloon, but between him and his past life the unending miles of eternity intervened. He was removed from it as completely as though he were dead and buried. A month went by.
"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?
"I have as good a lawyer as " The landlord laughed scornfully. "They're not made. He'd legislate the devil out of the Pit. Where are you going to stay, M'sieu'?" "Somewhere cheap along the river," answered the Forgotten Man. Jolicoeur's good-natured face became serious. "I'll tell you a place it's honest. It's the next street, a few hundred yards down, on the left.
For me they take me by the throat " He put his hand up as if to free his throat from a grip, his tongue touched his lips, his hands grew restless. "It comes back on me like a fit of ague, this miserable thirst. If I were within sight of Jolicoeur's saloon, I should be drinking hard this minute.
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.
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