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Updated: May 11, 2025
No easy one, I can assure you, for the browsing and sluicing had been of the highest quality, and there had been one dish in particular I allude to the nonnettes de poulet Agnès Sorel which might well have broken down the most iron resolution. But he had passed it up like a professional fasting man, and I was proud of him. "Oh, hullo, Tuppy," I said, "I wanted to see you."
After about an hour she found the Rue Sauvage, a sort of dark alley. She stopped at a door, so overcome that she could not move. He was there, in that house Poulet. She felt her knees and hands trembling; but at last she entered the door, and walking along a passage, saw the janitor's quarters.
For each reading and writing lesson that Capuchin friar gives to my child, I pay him with a goblet of wine and a fine piece of meat, hare, rabbit, goose, or a tender poulet or a capon. He is a drunkard and evil liver!" "Don't doubt about that," said the priest. "But if ever he dares to come over my threshold again, I'll drive him out with a broomstick."
How long ago how long ago it was the time when she had gone over these same paths as a young girl, carried away by her dreams. Poulet was not very industrious at school; he was kept two years in the fourth form. The third year's work was only tolerable and he had to begin the second over again, so that he was in rhetoric when he was twenty.
They had the place fixed up fancy, too, blue and green toy balloons floatin' around the ceilin', a peacock in a big gold cage, tables ranged around the dancin' space, and the trombone artist puttin' his whole soul into a pumpin' out "The Alcoholic Blues." And you could order most anything off the menu, from a poulet casserole to a cheese sandwich.
The coffee served, their host departed with one last inquiry for their comfort, which more even than the cooking and service betrayed his appreciation of their proper condition. "Such a dinner!" said Hermia contemptuously when he went out. "I'm so disappointed. Where are your crust and sour wine, John Markham? I'm losing faith in your sincerity. I 'ask for bread' and you give me poulet Duchanel.
At ten o'clock the 'maitre d'hotel' entered, and announced breakfast, saying, "The General is served." We went to breakfast, and the repast was exceedingly simple. He ate almost every morning some chicken, dressed with oil and onions. This dish was then, I believe, called 'poulet a la Provencale'; but our restaurateurs have since conferred upon it the more ambitious name of 'poulet a la Marengo.
"The priest is the standard bearer of the Church, madame. Whoever does not follow the standard is opposed to Him and opposed to us." Jeanne had risen in her turn and said, trembling: "You believe, madame, in a partisan God. I believe in the God of upright people." She bowed and took her leave. The peasants also blamed her among themselves for not having let Poulet make his first communion.
Before the end of the week they found out that, during the last three months, Paul had contracted debts to the amount of fifteen thousand francs, but the creditors had not gone to his relations about the money, because they knew the boy would soon be of age. Poulet was asked for no explanation and received no reproof, as his relations hoped to reform him by kindness.
Among themselves the peasants also blamed Jeanne for not sending Poulet to his first communion.
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