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"Our bones will be jelly long before that fellow makes his way in the world," cried Clapart. "You don't know your own child; he is conceited, boastful, deceitful, lazy, incapable of " "Why don't you go to meet Poiret?" said the poor mother, struck to the heart by the diatribe she had brought upon herself. "A boy who has never won a prize at school!" continued Clapart.
The number of the clerks to be retired was known, but all were in ignorance of the names. It was taken for granted that Poiret would not be replaced, and that would be a retrenchment. Little La Billardiere had already departed. Two new supernumeraries had made their appearance, and, alarming circumstance! they were both sons of deputies.
Meanwhile, she showed Rose the few really smart things they had in the store a Poiret evening gown, a couple of afternoon frocks from Jennie, and so on. There wasn't much, she admitted, it being just between seasons. Their Palm Beach things weren't in yet. Rose made a few appreciative, but decidedly respect-compelling comments, and faithfully kept one eye on the door.
Monsieur Rabourdin, a king among men! If such men are spies, it is enough to disgust one with virtue. I have always put Rabourdin among Plutarch's heroes." Vimeux. "It is all true." Fleury. "I say he is a Judas Iscariot. Who is he?" Phellion. "I have no proof of it, gentlemen. While you were gone, that young man, Monsieur de la Roche, nearly fainted here. See his tears on my desk!" Poiret.
He makes a very good thing out of managing their affairs, which want a man of mark to see about them." "Ha! ha! do you see the pun, mademoiselle?" asked Poiret. "This gentleman calls himself a man of mark because he is a marked man branded, you know."
He tolerated Dutocq under the idea that circumstances might some day make him useful, were it only to get him or some distinguished friend of his out of a scrape by a disgraceful marriage. The two understood each other well. Dutocq had succeeded Monsieur Poiret the elder, who had retired in 1814, and now lived in the pension Vanquer in the Latin quarter.
You may be sure of my gratitude " "The same old story everywhere," sang Vautrin, with a satirical intonation. At this juncture, Goriot, Mlle. Michonneau, and Poiret came downstairs together; possibly the scent of the gravy which Sylvie was making to serve with the mutton had announced breakfast.
As they entered the dining-room, Eugene de Rastignac was talking apart with Mlle. Taillefer; the conversation appeared to be of such thrilling interest that the pair never noticed the two older lodgers as they passed through the room. None of this was thrown away on Mlle. Michonneau. "I knew how it would end," remarked that lady, addressing Poiret.
"I meant papa, for I'm willing for once to bring my intellect down to the level of yours, that just as the diamond alone can cut the diamond, so it is only one inquisitive man who can defeat another inquisitive man." Fleury. "'Inquisitive man' stands for 'spy." Poiret. "I don't understand." Bixiou. "Very well; try again some other time."
"In 1818 and 1819," said the judge, "you lived, madame, in a boarding-house kept by a Madame Vauquer?" "Yes, monsieur; it was there that I met Monsieur Poiret, a retired official, who became my husband, and whom I have nursed in his bed this twelvemonth past. Poor man! he is very bad; and I cannot be long away from him." "There was a certain Vautrin in the house at the time?" asked Camusot.
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