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"I'm so fond of black-puddings, you know, when they come straight out of the pot," resumed La Normande. "I'll come and get some of you to-morrow." She was conscious of her rival's unfriendly greeting.
And at last La Normande heard so much about Florent that she seemed to be almost intimate with this man against whom she harboured so much rancour. One day she shut Muche up at home to prevent him from going to the inspector's, but he cried so bitterly that she gave him his liberty again on the following morning.
They made a point of always dealing with each other, and professed great mutual affection. "I say," said La Normande, with her smiling air, "it's to-morrow evening that you make your black-puddings, isn't it?" Lisa maintained a cold demeanour. She seldom showed any anger; but when she did it was tenacious, and slow to be appeased. "Yes," she replied drily, with the tips of her lips.
These pages of small writing, which she set herself to read, bored her extremely, and she was about to restore the drawer to its place, feeling convinced that Florent concealed the proofs of his wicked designs elsewhere, and already contemplating a searching visitation of his mattress, when she discovered a photograph of La Normande in an envelope. The impression was rather dark.
Ah, if I were in your place, I shouldn't lose any time about claiming my share; indeed I shouldn't." "I've no need of anything," was Florent's invariable answer. "I shouldn't know what to do with the money if I had it." "Oh, you're no man!" cried La Normande, losing all control over herself. "It's pitiful! Can't you see that the Quenus are laughing at you?
"If that case should occur, where should I find you, monsieur?" said D'Harmental, smiling. "I have no fixed residence, chevalier, but you may always hear of me by going to La Fillon's and asking for La Normande, and inquiring of her for Captain Roquefinette."
The servant, a mournful little woman from Auvergne, felt the weight of the brill, and examined its gills, still pouting, and saying not a word. "And how much do you want for it?" she asked presently, in a reluctant tone. "Fifteen francs," replied La Normande. At this the servant hastily laid the brill on the stall again, and seemed anxious to hurry away, but the other detained her.
It may be a matter for envy that Mr Roughead, with his uncanny skill and his gift in piquant sauces, can turn out the haddock and hake with all the delectability of sole a la Normande. The sigh of envy will merge into an exhalation of joy over the artistry of it. And one may turn, wholeheartedly and inspired, to see what can be made of one's own catch of gudgeon. ``More deadly than the male.
When he spoke of her, his voice trembled to such a degree that La Normande, her wits quickened by her love, guessed his secret, and felt jealous. "Oh, it's really much better that you shouldn't see her again," she said maliciously. "She can't look particularly nice by this time." Florent turned pale with horror at the vision which these words evoked. His love was rotting in her grave.
"And which of your girls does he love?" "All when he has money." "And when he has none?" "La Normande." "I know her; she is as sharp as a needle." "Yes, but you must not reckon on her." "Why not?" "She loves him, the little fool." "Ah! he is a lucky fellow." "And he merits it. He has got the heart of a prince, not like you, old miser."
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