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"A sight to see is that head of his!" replied Madame Jouval. "So swathed is it in bandages, that the turban of the Grand Turk is less!" Madame Jouval spoke in tones of satisfaction that were of reason already she had held conferences with Madame Jolicoeur in regard to the trousseau.
Had Madame Jolicoeur possessed a severe temperament and a resolute mind possessions inherently improbable, in view of her birthplace she would have made her choice between these equally possible futures with a promptness and with a finality that would have left nothing at loose ends.
"That this worthy lady reasonably may desire again to wed," declared Monsieur Fromagin, actual proprietor of the Épicerie Russe an establishment liberally patronized by Madame Jolicoeur "is as true as that when she goes to make her choosings between these estimable gentlemen she cannot make a choice that is wrong."
"That the appearance of Madame Jolicoeur at any time has been despairing is a matter that has escaped my notice. As to the mourning that she now wears, it is a defiance of all propriety. Why, with no more than that of colour in her frock" Madame Vic upheld her thumb and finger infinitesimally separated "and with a mere pin-point of a flower in her bonnet, she would be fit for the opera!"
"If he go to Charlemagne's hotel, and talk some more too mooch to dat Suzon Charlemagne, he will lose dat glass out of his eye," interrupted Rouge Gosselin. "Who say he been at dat place?" said Jean Jolicoeur. "He bin dere four times las' month, and dat Suzon Charlemagne talk'bout him ever since.
Equally was it of the game that the Shah de Perse should affect save for his alert watching a like disregard of the doings of Madame Jolicoeur: usually by an ostentatious pretence of washing his upraised hind leg, or by a like pretence of scrubbing his ears.
"And I repeat, Monsieur," said Madame Gauthier, lifting her basket from the counter, "that in making her choosings Madame Jolicoeur either goes to raise herself to the heights of a matured happiness, or to plunge herself into bald-headed abysses of despair. Yes, Monsieur, that far apart are her choosings!"
To preclude any possibility of compromising misunderstanding, it is but just to Madame Jolicoeur to explain at once that the personage thus in receipt of the contingent remainder of her blighted affections far from being, as his name would suggest, an Oriental potentate temporarily domiciled in Marseille to whom she had taken something more than a passing fancy was a Persian superb black cat; and a cat of such rare excellencies of character and of acquirements as fully to deserve all of the affection that any heart of the right sort withered, or otherwise was disposed to bestow upon him.
Nor indeed aside from the fact that the presence of such engines of destruction would not have been tolerated by the other residents of the quietly respectable Pavé d'Amour was Madame Jolicoeur herself, as has been intimated, temperamentally inclined to go to such lengths as machine-guns in maintenance of her somewhat waveringly desired privacy in a merely cat-enlivened solitude.
Having now made clear, I trust, my reasonings, I repeat the proposition with which Madame took issue: When Madame Jolicoeur goes to make her choosings between these estimable gentlemen she cannot make a choice that is wrong."
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