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"So, our friend Poulain was once called in by you to attend old M. Pillerault, the Countess Popinot's great-uncle; that is one of your claims to my devotion.
If Richelieu was a good hater, he was no less a good friend. Fraisier, in his gratitude, would have let himself be cut in two for Poulain. So absorbed was he in these visions of a comfortable and prosperous life, that he did not see the Presidente come in with the letter in her hand, and she, looking at him, thought him less ugly now than at first.
The beadle of Saint-Francois, Cantinet by name, at one time a retail dealer in glassware, lived in the Rue d'Orleans, next door to Dr. Poulain and under the same roof. Mme. Cantinet, who saw to the letting of the chairs at Saint-Francois, once had fallen ill and Dr. Poulain had attended her gratuitously; she was, as might be expected, grateful, and often confided her troubles to him.
And that is a good deal to ask of a man like him, for he is as fond of me as ever he was the day we were married. I don't know how it is. It is the lodge, you see; we are always there together! Don't you throw off the things like that!" she cried, making a dash for the bedhead to draw the coverlet over Pons' chest. "If you are not good, and don't do just as Dr. Poulain says and Dr.
"What will you do, left alone with your dead friend?" asked M. l'Abbe Duplanty when Schmucke came to the door. "You have not Mme. Cibot now " "Ein monster dat haf killed Bons!" "But you must have somebody with you," began Dr. Poulain. "Some one must sit up with the body to-night." "I shall sit up; I shall say die prayers to Gott," the innocent German answered.
Poulain said was, 'If M. Pons has no mind to go to Pere Lachaise, he ought to drink as many buckets full of water in a day as an Auvergnat will sell. So, come now, drink " "But I do drink, Cibot, my good woman; I drink and drink till I am deluged " "That is right," said the portress, as she took away the empty glass. "That is the way to get better. Dr.
Count Popinot, the cabinet minister, had married M. Pillerault's grand-niece, and greatly respected her uncle; of him, therefore, M. Pillerault had asked for the post, which Poulain had now held for two years. That appointment and its meagre salary came just in time to prevent a desperate step; Poulain was thinking of emigration; and for a Frenchman, it is a kind of death to leave France. Dr.
The truth is I've been so tremendously taken up with this affair that I forgot all about having to find a room to-night." "Oh dear!" cried Daisy in dismay. "Won't you find it very difficult? They say Paris is absolutely full just now. Why, a lot of people who have never let before are letting out rooms just now so Madame Poulain says." "Don't worry about me.
The two or three moments' delay doubtless the zealous Poulain was engaged in helping the important visitor off with his coat were passed by Vanderlyn in a state of indescribable nervous tension and suspense. He was glad when they came to an end.
"I have no time." "Not even to hear a secret?" "I hear a hundred every day." "But this concerns the life of his majesty," said Poulain, in a low voice. "Oh! oh! then come into my cabinet." M. D'Epernon, in traversing the antechamber, addressed himself to one of the gentlemen who stood there. "What is your name, monsieur?" said he. "Pertinax de Montcrabeau, monsieur."
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