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That is all that unloading cargo means to me; and I cannot imagine that it means any more to any of the sons or daughters of men who are not intimately concerned in a particular trade. . . . You must imagine, I say, the S.S. Vesta repeating this monotonous performance; Jaffery and Liosha and the little, black-bearded skipper, all clad in decent raiment, going ashore, and being entertained scraggily or copiously by German, French, Portuguese, English, fever-eyed commissioners, who took them on the tour du propriétaire, among the white wooden government buildings, the palm-covered huts of the natives, and shewed them the Mission Chapels and the new Custom Houses and the pigeon-like fowls and the little dirty naked nigger children, and the exiguity of their stock of glass and china, and the yearning of their souls for the fleshpots of the respective Egypts to which they belonged.
It was all covered with such devices as Potage la Mariposa Filet Mignon a la proprietaire Cotellete a la Smith, and so on. But the greatest thing about the caff were the prices. Therein lay, as everybody saw at once, the hopeless simplicity of Mr. Smith. The prices stood fast at 25 cents a meal. You could come in and eat all they had in the caff for a quarter. "No, sir," Mr.
'It is zhenius, exclaim Madame Pelchasse at this dance; and always, and always, tou-jours, she tell of the zhenius of this jeune fille who has come live with her. Thass all. The proprietaire of the Odeon, he fin' it hout. He insist, this jeune fille shall dance. She riffuse. He insist, he offer much money. At las', she say she dance if she have always the masque.
She fled down the stairs, into the bureau. "Madame Valière is not returned?" she cried. Madame la Propriétaire shook her head. "And she has not written?" "No letter in her writing has come for anybody." "O mon Dieu! She has been murdered. She would go alone by night." "She owes me three weeks' rent," grimly returned Madame la Propriétaire. "What do you insinuate?" Madame Dépine's eyes flared.
Its possession, indeed, enabled Madame Valière to loiter on the more lighted stairs, or dawdle in the hall with Madame la Propriétaire; but Madame Dépine was not only debarred from these dignified domestic attitudes, but found a new awkwardness in bearing Madame Valière company in their walks abroad.
And now, here was Madame la Propriétaire, a woman five years younger and ten years better preserved, putting them both to the public blush, drawing the hotel's attention to what the hotel might have overlooked, in its long habituation to their surmounting brownness.
What has he to do with it?" "My son tells me that m'sieu' offended him, and the propriétaire is a good Catholic. He will close his house to you." She shaved a splinter to a point with a table knife and picked her teeth with it, both elbows on the table and her eyes on Simpson. "There is nowhere else to stay," she said. "Unless here."
Müller paused, looked round, captured a passing waiter, and asked for Monsieur le propriétaire. The waiter pointed over his shoulder towards the house, and breathlessly rushed on his way. Müller at once led the way into a salon on the ground-floor looking over the garden.
Giraudier is not only pharmacien but propriétaire, though not by inheritance; his possession of one of the prettiest and most prolific of the small vineyards in the beautiful suburb, and a charming inconvenient house, with low ceilings, liliputian bedrooms, and a profusion of persiennes, jalousies, and contrevents, comes by purchase.
"Have you ever seen the elder one before the dark one with the glasses?" The waiter hesitated. "Monsieur," he said, looking at the five francs in his hand, "monsieur le proprietaire here has strange notions. He objects that we mention ever the name of any of his clients." "Why is that?" Julien asked. "How should one know, monsieur?" the waiter answered.
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