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In the Atlas mountains, between Algiers and Morocco, according to Poiret, bears are common enough; and this writer even gives some details as to their habits. He says that they are exceedingly fierce and carnivorous, and that the Arabs believe they can lift stones in their paws and fling them at those who may be in pursuit of them!
Are you satisfied?" Poiret. "What was it?" Colleville. "That of being a statesman instead of a subordinate official." Bixiou. "Do you forget our bet? don't you know I was backing the devil's game, and that your bureau owes me a dinner at the Rocher de Cancale?" Bixiou. "It is your own fault; ask these gentlemen.
If you turn people out of the house, it ought not to be done so unceremoniously and with no notice at all. We have paid our money, and we are not going," said Poiret, putting on his cap, and taking a chair beside Mlle. Michonneau, with whom Mme. Vauquer was remonstrating. "Naughty boy!" said the painter, with a comical look; "run away, naughty little boy!"
As soon as you are alone, you give him a slap on the shoulder, and presto! the letters will appear." "Why, that is just nothing at all," said Poiret. "Well, do you agree?" said Gondureau, addressing the old maid. "But, my dear sir, suppose there are no letters at all," said Mlle. Michonneau; "am I to have the two thousand francs all the same?" "No." "What will you give me then?"
Who would think it probable that Poiret, a retired clerk, doubtless possessed of some notions of civic virtue, though there might be nothing else in his head who would think it likely that such a man would continue to lend an ear to this supposed independent gentleman of the Rue de Buffon, when the latter dropped the mask of a decent citizen by that word "police," and gave a glimpse of the features of a detective from the Rue de Jerusalem?
Michonneau had very nearly made up her mind to warn the convict and to throw herself on his generosity, with the idea of making a better bargain for herself by helping him to escape that night; but as it was, she went out escorted by Poiret in search of the famous chief of detectives in the Petite Rue Saint-Anne, still thinking that it was the district superintendent one Gondureau with whom she had to do.
The appointment can't be made and signed under ten days. It will certainly not be known before New-Year's day. There he goes now across the courtyard; look at him, and say if the virtuous Rabourdin looks like a man in the sunshine of favor. Then I'll tell him of our wager, to cool him down, a process we call at the theatre turning the Wheel of Fortune, don't we, du Bruel? Poiret. Du Bruel.
Now that question once settled, there is no longer any uncertainty; the government clerk who has hitherto seemed undefinable is defined." Poiret. "Yes, that appears to me beyond a doubt." Bixiou.
"Round a pretty woman's neck, you mean," said Mlle Michonneau, hastily. "Just go away, M. Poiret. It is a woman's duty to nurse you men when you are ill. Besides, for all the good you are doing, you may as well take yourself off," she added. "Mme. Vauquer and I will take great care of dear M. Vautrin." Poiret went out on tiptoe without a murmur, like a dog kicked out of the room by his master.
Phellion courageously escorted the fallen man to his home, expressing his feelings of respectful admiration; then he returned to the office, and took up his work, satisfied with his own conduct in rendering these funeral honors to the neglected and misjudged administrative talent. Phellion. "Yes, monsieur." Poiret. "What does that mean?" Fleury.
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