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Updated: May 20, 2025
A guide was waiting for her at the door, and both went away. I watched them go down the valley, along the road marked by a line of high wooden crosses. She was taller than her companion, and seemed to walk faster than he. Two hours later I was climbing the edge of the deep funnel that incloses Lake Pavin in a marvelous and enormous basin of verdure, full of trees, bushes, rocks, and flowers.
Of business, nothing was ever said. He went every morning as far as the office of the Mutual Credit; but, as he said, it was solely as a matter of form. Once in a long while, M. Saint Pavin and the younger Jottras paid a visit to the Rue St. Gilles. They had suspended, the one the payments of his banking house; the other, the publication of "The Financial Pilot."
As we proceeded to wash the cups, Mary asked: "Diz th' ministhers in America wash dishes?" "Some of them." "What kind?" "My kind." "What do th' others do?" "The big ones lay corner-stones and the little ones lay foundations." "Saints alive," she said, "an' what do th' hens do?" "Pavin' stones?" "I didn't say pavin' stones!" "Oh, aye," she laughed loudly.
Now all them flowers an' candy that's been comin' here lately so reg'ler, they means business on Mr. Van Brandt's part if pleasure on yours. He's strewin' your path with roses an' pavin' it with Huyler's chocolates, so's some day in the near future he can come marchin' along it, an' walk straight up to the captain's office an' hand in his applercation for the vacancy.
He turned around, and, within two lengths of his cane, saw M. Saint Pavin and M. Costeclar. Maxence hardly knew M. Saint Pavin, whom he had only seen two or three times in the Rue St. Gilles, and execrated M. Costeclar. Still he advanced towards them. Mlle. Lucienne's carriage was now caught in the file; and he was sure of joining it whenever he thought proper.
"Then you are right: he had discovered something. But, if you rely on him to tell you anything whatever, you are reckoning without your host." "Who knows?" murmured M. de Tregars. But M. Saint Pavin heard him not. Prey to a violent agitation, he was pacing up and down the room.
'We're at peace with th' wurruld, he says. 'George, he says, 'George, be a good fellow, he says. 'Lave up on thim, he says. 'Hivins an' earth, he's batin' that poor Spanyard with a pavin' block. George, George, ye break me hear-rt, he says. "But George Dooley, he gives th' wink to his frinds, an' says he, 'What's that man yellin' on th' shore about? he says. 'Louder, he says.
He talks about the contract for street pavin', and it ken be proved 'twas proved in the 'Herald' that our streets cost less per foot than the streets of any town in this State.
And, the presentations over, Vincent Favoral had at last the ineffable satisfaction to see seated at his table the Baron and Baroness de Thaller, M. Saint Pavin, who called himself a financial editor, and M. Jules Jottras, of the house of Jottras & Brother. It was with an eager curiosity that Mme.
Sometimes in the morning, before his departure for his office, M. Jottras, of the house of Jottras and Brother, and M. Saint Pavin, the manager of "The Financial Pilot," came to see him. They closeted themselves together, and remained for hours in conference, speaking so low, that not even a vague murmur could be heard outside the door.
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