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It was the end of July, and each of us, every Sunday, went to roll in the grass, or soak in the water in the country near by. Asnieres, Argenteuil, Chatou, Borgival, Maisons, Poissy, had their habitues and their ardent admirers. We argued about the merits and advantages of all these places, celebrated and delightful to all Parsian employees. Daddy Mongilet declared: "You are like a lot of sheep!
When the valet, alarmed at the report, rushed into the room he found his master lying dead upon his back. A spurt of blood had splashed the white paper on the table, and had made a great crimson stain beneath the words: "This is my last will and testament." In the office old Mongilet was considered a type. He was a good old employee, who had never been outside Paris but once in his life.
It must be pretty, this country you talk of!" "Well, how about you, Mongilet? Don't you ever go on an excursion?" "Yes, indeed. I go in an omnibus. When I have had a good luncheon, without any hurry, at the wine shop down there, I look up my route with a plan of Paris, and the time table of the lines and connections. And then I climb up on the box, open my umbrella and off we go.
When the valet, alarmed at the report, rushed into the room he found his master lying dead upon his back. A spurt of blood had splashed the white paper on the table, and had made a great crimson stain beneath the words: "This is my last will and testament." In the office old Mongilet was considered a type. He was a good old employee, who had never been outside Paris but once in his life.
It was the end of July, and each of us, every Sunday, went to roll in the grass, or soak in the water in the country near by. Asnieres, Argenteuil, Chatou, Borgival, Maisons, Poissy, had their habitues and their ardent admirers. We argued about the merits and advantages of all these places, celebrated and delightful to all Parsian employees. Daddy Mongilet declared: "You are like a lot of sheep!
"It is the drama, the real, the true, the drama of nature, seen as the horses trot by. Heavens! I would not give my excursions in the omnibus for all your stupid excursions in the woods." "Come and try it, Mongilet, come to the country once just to see." "I was there once," he replied, "twenty years ago, and you will never catch me there again." "Tell us about it, Mongilet."
It must be pretty, this country you talk of!" "Well, how about you, Mongilet? Don't you ever go on an excursion?" "Yes, indeed. I go in an omnibus. When I have had a good luncheon, without any hurry, at the wine shop down there, I look up my route with a plan of Paris, and the time table of the lines and connections. And then I climb up on the box, open my umbrella and off we go.
"It is the drama, the real, the true, the drama of nature, seen as the horses trot by. Heavens! I would not give my excursions in the omnibus for all your stupid excursions in the woods." "Come and try it, Mongilet, come to the country once just to see." "I was there once," he replied, "twenty years ago, and you will never catch me there again." "Tell us about it, Mongilet."
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