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He is too cowardly." "And not stronger than a mouse." "Enough. I understand. Where is he?" "He returned from the grate, some one came for him to go and patter with his Newgate lawyer." "And Germain. Is he still at the grate?" "Yes; with the little mot who comes to see him." "As soon as he descends, attention. But we must wait for Pique-Vinaigre; we can do nothing without him."
"Without Pique-Vinaigre?" "No." "And Germain shall be " "I will take charge of it." "But with what? They have taken away our knives." "And these hooks will you put your neck between them?" asked Skeleton, opening his long fingers, hard as iron. "Choke him?" "A little." "But if they know it is you?" "What's the odds? Am I a calf with two heads, such as is shown in the fair?" "That is true.
He does not sleep in my ward; to-morrow will be too late. To-day we have only until four o'clock, and now it is almost three," whispered Skeleton to Nicholas, while Pique-Vinaigre talked with Barbillon. "All the same," answered Nicholas aloud, pretending to answer an observation of Skeleton, "Germain looks as if he despises us."
Oh! tell me his name who is he?" "His name I do not know; he is nicknamed the Slasher; he was once in the galleys." "And the crime which brought him here, perhaps, is not serious?" "Very serious burglary," said the keeper. "He will probably have the same dose as Pique-Vinaigre; fifteen or twenty years of hard labor, and the pillory, as he is an old offender."
Pique-Vinaigre excelled in that kind of heroic recital where weakness, after a thousand crosses, finishes by triumphing over its persecutors. Pique-Vinaigre possessed, besides, an immense fund of irony, which had given him his nickname. He had just entered the room.
"Among the children to whom Cut-in-half distributed his beasts," resumed Pique-Vinaigre, "there was a poor little devil nicknamed Gringalet. Without father or mother, without sister or brother, without a home, he found himself alone all alone in the world, where he never asked to come, and whence he could have gone, without anybody caring at all about it.
Rigolette, feeling a lively interest in the sad fate of the sister of Pique-Vinaigre, did not take her eyes from her, and was endeavoring to approach a little nearer, when, unfortunately, a new visitor entering asked for a prisoner, and seated himself on the bench between Jeanne and the grisette. She, at the sight of this man, could not restrain a movement of surprise, almost fear.
"But, if this infamy was possible, would there be any justice?" "Justice," said Pique-Vinaigre, with a burst of sardonic laughter, "is like meat; it is too dear for the poor to eat. Only, understand me, if it is in question to send them to Melun, to put them in the pillory, or throw them into the galleys, it is another affair; they give them this justice gratis.
"I must most decidedly go and eat my soup," said the keeper, making a movement toward the door; "Pique-Vinaigre would make the birds come down from the trees to hear him. I do not know wherever he has fished up this story." "At length the keeper is off," whispered Skeleton to the Cripple; "I am in a fever, so much do I burn.
And yet the cricket gave him neither money nor a medal, and did not even say thank you, nor did the fly. 'But then, Pique-Vinaigre, my friend, will the honorable society say, 'what kind of pleasure could Gringalet, whom every one beats, find in being the deliverer of crickets and the executioner of spiders?
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