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I have heard him talked about, and know his name. You are nicknamed Combabus, because you love but one woman, and in Paris, that is the same as loving no one at all. And is it by chance the object of your affections who is fretting you? Madame Marneffe, Crevel's woman? I tell you what, my dear sir, you may bless your stars instead of cursing them.
"I refuse to be a Madame Marneffe; once launched on such a course, a woman of my temper might not, perhaps, be able to stop. I am, unfortunately for myself, a Hulot, not a Fischer.
I wish I could see Madame Marneffe's face at this minute " "And pray, what do you mean by that?" said Marneffe to Crevel, packing his cards and laying them down in front of him.
You deliver me over to the mockery of my enemies, and it is bad enough to be drummed upon one side; drumming on both at once, monsieur, is apt to burst the drum." "My dear Marneffe, it takes long patience to gain an end. You cannot be made head-clerk in less than two months, if ever.
A scene which took place at the beginning of the month of March 1843 will show the results of Lisbeth's latent and persistent hatred, still seconded, as she always was, by Madame Marneffe. Two great events had occurred in the Marneffe household. In the first place, Valerie had given birth to a still-born child, whose little coffin had cost her two thousand francs a year.
"Yes," she went on, "you want this Madame Marneffe to drop the prey she has between her teeth. But how do you expect to make a tiger drop his piece of beef? Can you do it by patting his back and saying, 'Poor Puss'? You are illogical. You want a battle fought, but you object to blows. Well, I grant you the innocence you are so careful over.
"You are far too cunning not to guess, and I had better tell you plainly," cried he, sitting down and looking out across the courtyard through an opening he made in the puckered curtain. "There is a very pretty woman in the house " "Madame Marneffe! Now I understand!" she exclaimed, seeing it all. "But Josepha?" "Alas, Cousin, Josepha is no more.
The Majesty of the French Law, which in all documents follows next to the King, became visible in the person of a worthy little police-officer supported by a tall Justice of the Peace, both shown in by Monsieur Marneffe.
Like the true Creole of Paris, Madame Marneffe abhorred trouble; she had the calm indifference of a cat, which never jumps or runs but when urged by necessity. To her, life must be all pleasure; and the pleasure without difficulties. She loved flowers, provided they were brought to her.
"You would not have had the chance I would have killed you!" Hortense threw herself into his arms, clasping him closely enough to stifle him, and covered him with kisses, saying: "Ah, you do love me! I fear nothing! But no more Marneffe. Never go plunging into such horrible bogs." "I swear to you, my dear Hortense, that I will go there no more, excepting to redeem my note of hand."
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