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At the same he felt that his brain was confused and that he was gradually losing the exact idea of things. The wine he had drunk was more than he was accustomed to; it was rising to his head and he was becoming intoxicated. Well, said Ridoux, you give me no answer and you stare at me like an earthen-ware dog.
Ridoux and Marcel with much ostentation distributed a few sous among the most bare-faced and importunate, that is to say among the most expert beggars and consequently those who least deserved attention, then they threw themselves back into the carriage and shut their ears. I have nothing more, said Ridoux, I have nothing more; go and work, you set of idlers.
The visit of Ridoux and the Comtesse had preceded his own, and in the sudden change of manner of the prelate towards him, he recognized the good offices of his new friend. A good dinner had completed the happy day, and life appeared to him, after all, to have some sweetness. "Oh Folly, which we call love, what dost thou make of us?
But that meant separation from Suzanne: saying farewell to all those divine delights which he had just tasted. He had hardly time to moisten his parched lips in the cup, before the cup was shattered. He was truly in love, for he should have said to himself: "There are other cups." But for him there was but one. Uncle Ridoux, the Bishop and greatness might go to the devil.
Marcel, who had been brought up by him, and was acquainted with the most secret details of his inmost life, has always assured me that he was nothing of the kind, and that his uncle Ridoux, endowed with the ugliness of Socrates, had also his wisdom.
A tiny child, emaciated, in rags and with bare feet was running, cap in hand. He was quite out of breath, and with a little panting, plaintive voice, he cried: Charity, kind Monsieur le Curé; charity, if you please. Go away, said Ridoux, go away, little rascal. -My mother is very ill, said the little one: there is no bread at home. Wait, wait, I am going to point you out to the gendarmes.
They have been very kind to me, and an old gentleman has even paid my coach-fare. Oh, there are good people everywhere. And you are going to Nancy? To Nancy first, then I shall rejoin the company, which ought to be at Epinal. Ridoux was listening in his corner. You know this young person then? he said. I know her through having seen her once at Althausen.
But he is the son of an inn-keeper, and he has common manners. Let us pass him by. There is yet the Sweet Jesus. Do you know the sweet Jesus, Abbé Ridoux? Yes, it is the Abbé Simonet. The Abbé Simonet, said Marcel, I know him; we were together at the Seminary. Do they call him the sweet Jesus? He was a terrible lazy fellow.
The more they are branded on the shoulder, the more they are bedisened on the back. Trestallion is radiant, and Pancrace resplendent." During this time, the diligence for Nancy was carrying away Marcel and Ridoux at full trot. Marcel had appeared to yield to his uncle's exhortations, and said to himself: "Let us go; that does not bind me to anything.
We are encumbered with awkward, ridiculous, red-raced men, who bring religion into disrepute. Why not send all those peasants back to their village, and select men like Monsieur l'Abbé? It is a shame, an absolute shame to allow you to stagnate in this way. I shall reproach Monseigneur severely for it. It is the fault of the Grand-Vicar Gobin, said Ridoux; he had taken a dislike to my nephew.
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