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Updated: September 15, 2025
"He ought to give us the bulk of it; that fat Minoret doesn't need anything," said Massin. "Ah! but Minoret has a son who'll waste his substance," answered Cremiere. "How much do you really think the doctor has?"
In spite of his squat, dumpy figure and heavy face, Cremiere-Dionis was really as keen as a blade. In pursuit of usurious fortune he did business secretly with Massin, to whom he no doubt pointed out such peasants as were hampered in means, and such pieces of land as could be bought for a song.
M. Massin, a municipal officer, was killed on the spot, a sapper fatally wounded, and twenty-five of the National Guard wounded more or less severely.
The blood whistled in his temples as he committed the theft; cold as the weather was, his shirt was wet on his back; his legs gave way under him and he fell into a chair in the salon as if an axe had fallen on his head. "How the inheritance of money loosens a man's tongue! Did you hear Minoret?" said Massin to Cremiere as they hurried through the town.
"Well, Dionis, here's a fine to-do!" said Massin, rushing up to the notary, who was entering the square. "What is? It's all going right," returned the notary. "Your uncle has sold his Funds and Madame de Portenduere has sent for me to witness the signing of a mortgage on her property for one hundred thousand francs, lent to her by your uncle." "Yes, but suppose the young people should marry?"
"What is it?" said the post master, who with Massin at his heels now showed his brutal face. "The remembrances of his virtues, of his life, of his words an image of his celestial soul," she said, her eyes and face glowing as she raised her hand with a glorious gesture.
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