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Mademoiselle Saget shrugged her shoulders. "Ah, you're very innocent yet, my dear," she said. "Can't you see why the Quenus are always attracting Monsieur Gavard to their place? Well, I'll wager that he'll leave all he has to their little Pauline." "You believe that, do you?" cried Madame Lecoeur, white with rage.
Mademoiselle Saget, however, swore by all her gods that Florent was the young woman's lover. According to her account, indeed, he courted both the sisters. She had quarrelled with the beautiful Norman about a ten-sou dab; and ever since this falling-out she had manifested warm friendship for handsome Lisa.
Then, as a customer entered the shop, and asked for a couple of pig's trotters, Lisa wrapped them up, and handed them over with a thoughtful air. "For my own part, I bear La Normande no ill-will," she said to Mademoiselle Saget, when they were alone again. "I used to be very fond of her, and have always been sorry that other people made mischief between us.
Come, come, let me see how prettily you can smile." The child, however, was choking with sobs and wanted to go away. Mademoiselle Saget thereupon quietly allowed her to continue weeping, reserving further remarks till she should have finished.
"You can never be sure about those smug, sleek hypocrites." Mademoiselle Saget nodded her head as if to say that she was not very far from sharing La Normande's opinion. And she softly added: "Especially as this cousin has sprung from no one knows where; for it's a very doubtful sort of account that the Quenus give of him."
Yes, indeed, old Madame Verlaque, the wife of the former inspector; you know the sallow-faced thing well enough." The others protested that it surely wasn't possible. Why, Madame Verlaque was positively hideous! "What! do you think me a liar?" cried Mademoiselle Saget, with angry indignation.
Mademoiselle Saget had kept her fifty francs in her closed fist, and remained deep in thought, brooding over a plan for extracting something more from the heavy pockets in front of her. "Ah!" she exclaimed, as they reached the corner of the fish market, "we've got here at a lucky moment. There's Florent yonder, just going to walk into the trap."
When Mademoiselle Saget at last went away, the mistress of the shop glanced with disgust at the cover of the heating-pan, the glistening metal of which had been tarnished by the impression of the old woman's little hands. "Augustine," she cried, "bring a duster, and wipe the cover of the heating-pan. It's quite filthy!"
When there was only one pile left, La Sarriette objected to her aunt taking it, as she had commenced; and she suddenly divided it between Mademoiselle Saget and Madame Leonce, who had watched them pocket the gold with feverish impatience. "Much obliged to you!" snarled the doorkeeper. "Fifty francs for having coddled him up with tisane and broth! The old deceiver told me he had no relatives!"
"No," replied Lisa, shrugging her shoulders; "you merely talk about shooting everybody." "Yes. And you bawl it out in a public-house! Mademoiselle Saget heard you. All the neighbourhood knows by this time that you are a Red Republican!" Quenu fell back in bed again. He was not perfectly awake as yet.
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