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Updated: June 19, 2025
Behind her Mademoiselle Saget on tip-toe was gazing ecstatically into the wardrobe, and Madame Leonce had now risen from her seat, and was growling sulkily. "My uncle said I was to take everything," declared the girl. "And am I to have nothing, then; I who have done so much for him?" cried the doorkeeper. Madame Lecoeur was almost choking with excitement.
Eight o'clock had scarcely struck on the following morning when Mademoiselle Saget was already at the pork shop. She found Madame Lecoeur and La Sarriette there, dipping their noses into the heating-pan, and buying hot sausages for breakfast.
Moreover, his gloomy, pariah-like face and bitterness of spirit, the result of long suffering, were against him. The beautiful Norman's idea was to involve him in some quarrel or other. She had sworn that he would not keep his berth a fortnight. "That fat Lisa's much mistaken," said she one morning on meeting Madame Lecoeur, "if she thinks that she's going to put people over us.
"She's chosen to set up for herself and her affairs no longer concern me. When her lovers have beggared her, she needn't come to me for any bread." "And you were so good to her, too! She ought to do well this year; fruit is yielding big profits. And your brother-in-law, how is he?" "Oh, he " Madame Lecoeur bit her lips, and seemed disinclined to say anything more.
"There, take everything and have done with it!" she cried at last, throwing herself into an arm-chair. La Sarriette was already eagerly trying the key in the locks of different closets. Madame Lecoeur, all suspicion, pressed her so closely that she exclaimed: "Really, aunt, you get in my way. Do leave my arms free, at any rate."
Then she went on to describe the trap that had been laid for him, while Madame Lecoeur and La Sarriette continued scrutinising the house from top to bottom, keeping watch upon every opening, and at each moment expecting to see the hats of the detectives appear at one of the doors or windows. "Who would ever imagine, now, that the place was full of police?" observed the butter dealer.
"Still the same as ever, I suppose?" continued Mademoiselle Saget. "He's a very worthy man. Still, I once heard it said that he spent his money in such a way that " "But does anyone know how he spends his money?" interrupted Madame Lecoeur, with much asperity. "He's a miserly niggard, a scurvy fellow, that's what I say!
Mademoiselle Saget and Madame Lecoeur belong to the Thin, but to a variety which is much to be feared the Thin ones whom envy drives to despair, and who are capable of anything in their craving to fatten themselves. My friend Marjolin, little Cadine, and La Sarriette are three Fat ones, still innocent, however, and having nothing but the guileless hunger of youth.
Mademoiselle Saget shrugged her shoulders. "Ah, you're very innocent yet, my dear," she said. "Can't you see why the Quenus are always attracting Monsieur Gavard to their place? Well, I'll wager that he'll leave all he has to their little Pauline." "You believe that, do you?" cried Madame Lecoeur, white with rage.
The block of jelly, shaped like a Savoy cake, shook on its white china dish beneath the angry violence of Lisa's hand; and as with her finger-tips she took a couple of gherkins from a jar behind the heater, she made the vinegar spurt over the sides. "Twenty-five sous, isn't it?" Madame Lecoeur leisurely inquired.
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