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Updated: May 1, 2025
I must look after myself and I'm doing quite well." "You are to come home with me the children miss you, and Ellen asks after you day after day." "Yes, that would be very welcome.... But I know what folks would think if I were to take the food out of your children's mouths! Besides I'm a rag-picker now! No, you mustn't lead me into temptation."
"P.P.S. Also a girl who tried to drown herself because she cannot sing, but she writes beautifully. I will send you one of her poems, to show you she is worth helping. "P.P.P.S. Also a very poor rag-picker with, I think, twelve children. He looks even worse than this." The routine of her life having been thoroughly established the preceding winter, she fell easily again into the old lines.
A horrible horror one can't afford anything but the poor cuts nowadays." Here the rag-picker interposed: "Ladies, business is dull. The refuse heaps are miserable. No one throws anything away any more. They eat everything." "There are poorer people than you, la Vargouleme." "Ah, that's true," replied the rag-picker, with deference, "I have a profession."
Some half-dozen said they would if the others would. "And the others won't. Well, after all, one man must take the responsibility, and I am that man. I will sign the protest by myself. I will sweep a crossing I will turn cress-gatherer, rag-picker; I will starve piecemeal, and see my wife starve with me; but do the wrong thing I will not! The Cause wants martyrs. If I must be one, I must."
"You can't get through any longer," said the old rag-picker; "Pipman's whole garret is burning, and there are no more up here. God in heaven have mercy on the poor souls over there!" In spite of this, Pelle tried to find a way over the attics, but was forced to turn back. The men had fetched the fire-escape, and had with difficulty brought it through the entry and had set it up!
And there is a rich, nutritious garlicky smell too; and against a jog in the wall a frowsy but picturesque rag-picker is asleep on a pile of sacks, with a big sleek cat asleep on his breast. I do not guarantee the rag-picker. He and his cat may have moved since I was there and saw them, although they had the look about them both of being permanent fixtures.
Another man cares only for the birth and social position of the woman to whom he gives his name and affection; to another yellow gold stands higher than blue blood, and "my wife's father" may have been a rag-picker, so long as rag-picking had been a sufficiently rich alembic with a residuum admitting of no kind of doubt.
Spoils indeed. There is no living in Paris now. But one rich American have I garroted in a fortnight. "Bah! those Democrats. They have ruined the country. With their income tax and their free trade, they have destroyed the millionaire business. Carrambo! Diable! D n it!" "Hist!" suddenly says Chamounix the rag-picker, who is worth 20,000,000 francs, "some one comes!"
Gavroche disdainfully contented himself, by way of reprisal, with elevating the tip of his nose with his thumb and opening his hand wide. The rag-picker cried: "You malicious, bare-pawed little wretch!" The one who answered to the name of Patagon clapped her hands together in horror. "There's going to be evil doings, that's certain.
This is caused by the corner for refuse, which is fat or lean, according to the will of the portresses, and after the fancy of the one who makes the heap. There may be kindness in the broom. This rag-picker was a grateful creature, and she smiled, with what a smile! on the three portresses. Things of this nature were said: "Ah, by the way, is your cat still cross?"
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