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Paul Topinard's Elements d'Anthropologie Generale is one of the best-known and most comprehensive French works on the technical phases of anthropology; but Mortillet's Le Prehistorique has a more popular interest, owing to its chapters on primitive industries, though this work also contains much that is rather technical.
"One more flight!" Topinard had twice repeated since they reached the third floor. Schmucke, engulfed in his sorrow, did not so much as know whether he was going up or coming down. In another minute Topinard had opened the door; but before he appeared in his white workman's blouse Mme. Topinard's voice rang from the kitchen: "There, there! children, be quiet! here comes papa!"
It was his own funeral that he followed, clinging to Topinard's hand, to the one living creature besides himself who felt a pang of real regret for Pons' death. As for Topinard, greatly touched by the honor of the request to act as pall-bearer, content to drive in a carriage, the possessor of a new pair of gloves, it began to dawn upon him that this was to be one of the great days of his life.
His sixth floor lodging, in the second house to the left, looked out upon the belt of green garden, still in existence, at the back of three or four large mansions in the Rue de Bondy. Topinard's apartment consisted of a kitchen and two bedrooms. The first was a nursery with two little deal bedsteads and a cradle in it, the second was the bedroom, and the kitchen did duty as a dining-room.
I told them that I belonged to the theatre and came to inquire after M. Pons; but it was no good. They saw through that dodge, they said. I asked to see the poor dear man, but they never would let me come upstairs." "Dat apominable Zipod!" said Schmucke, squeezing Topinard's horny hand to his heart. "He was the best of men, that good M. Pons.
The man of ambitions by this time had reappeared; he saw the way to the Council of State lying straight before him. And Schmucke? He was busy buying flowers and cakes for Topinard's children, and went home almost joyously. "I am gifing die bresents..." he said, and he smiled. It was the first smile for three months, but any one who had seen Schmucke's face would have shuddered to see it there.
Topinard caught him in his arms, hailed a passing cab, and put the poor German into it. He was suffering from congestion of the brain; his eyes were dim, his head was throbbing, but he had enough strength left to put the money into Topinard's hands. Schmucke rallied from the first attack, but he never recovered consciousness, and refused to eat.
Discretion is a cashier's first recommendation." "Sir " "Just mind your own business; you will never be anything if you meddle in other people's affairs." "Sir, I cannot eat bread if every mouthful of it is to stick in my throat.... Monsieur Schmucke! M. Schmucke!" he shouted aloud. Schmucke came out at the sound of Topinard's voice. He had just signed. He held the money in his hand.
Discretion is a cashier's first recommendation." "Sir " "Just mind your own business; you will never be anything if you meddle in other people's affairs." "Sir, I cannot eat bread if every mouthful of it is to stick in my throat. . . . Monsieur Schmucke! M. Schmucke!" he shouted aloud. Schmucke came out at the sound of Topinard's voice. He had just signed. He held the money in his hand.
The man of ambitions by this time had reappeared; he saw the way to the Council of State lying straight before him. And Schmucke? He was busy buying flowers and cakes for Topinard's children, and went home almost joyously. "I am gifing die bresents . . ." he said, and he smiled. It was the first smile for three months, but any one who had seen Schmucke's face would have shuddered to see it there.
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