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She had relapsed into silence after disposing of the slovenly meal he had induced the landlady to provide. The only thing that seemed to worry her was the superfluous dirt that adorned the cups. At length she spoke: "And what sort of a place is this Barcelona?" "L'entresol de l'enfer," answered Emile curtly. "What are your people doing to allow you to come here alone?" "They don't know I am here.
On the door was neatly engraved, on a brass plate, the following inscription: "MONSIEUR LOVE, ANGLAIS, A L'ENTRESOL."
I hope I shall have de pleasure to make your acquaintance. Je m'appelle Monsieur Auguste de Poivre. J'ai l'honneur de vous presenter une carte d'adresse. I live on de top of my mother's, sur l'entresol. My mother live on de ground rez-de-chaussee. Madame ma mere will be delighted to receive a monsieur of so much vit and adresse."
On the door was neatly engraved, on a brass plate, the following inscription: "MONSIEUR LOVE, ANGLAIS, A L'ENTRESOL."
Emile Poleski called it l'entresol de l'enfer, and certainly he was not there by his own choice. It was the centre of intrigue, and to intrigue his life, intellect, and the little money he had left from his Polish estates, were devoted. To him life meant "The Cause," and that exigeant mistress left little room for other and more natural affections.
Blood and brutalities and slave-driving? You talked about l'entresol de l'enfer, but I'm beginning to think I've stepped over the threshold." "Ce n'est que le premier pas qui coute!" Arithelli bit her lips. "I don't feel in the mood for arguing now. I wish you would leave me alone."
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