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Updated: June 26, 2025
"Dese men haf tiger faces. . . . I shall send somebody to vetch mein bits of dings." "Where are you going, sir?" "Vere it shall blease Gott," returned Pons' universal legatee with supreme indifference. "Send me word," said Villemot. Fraisier turned to the head-clerk. "Go after him," he whispered. Mme.
Schmucke was driven passively along the road, as some unlucky calf is driven in a butcher's cart to the slaughter-house. Fraisier and Villemot sat with their backs to the horses. On these occasions those who feel least begin to talk soonest, and in the end the saddest listen, and their thoughts are diverted. "M. le President had already started for the Court."
"While you were asleep, a little whipper-snapper in a black suit came here, a puppy that said he was M. Hannequin's head-clerk, and must see you at all costs; but as you were asleep and tired out with the funeral yesterday, I told him that M. Villemot, Tabareau's head-clerk, was acting for you, and if it was a matter of business, I said, he might speak to M. Villemot.
Villemot exclaimed, very imprudently; but there was no one to hear the tacit confession of complicity. "Who is this gentleman?" inquired the master of the ceremonies. "Oh! he comes on behalf of the family." "Whose family?" "The disinherited family. He is M. Camusot de Marville's representative." "Good," said the master of the ceremonies, with a satisfied air.
Villemot came up at that moment; he had ordered the funeral, and the master of the ceremonies, recognizing him, made an appeal to the newcomer. "Well, sir, it is time to start. The hearse is here; but I have not often seen such a funeral as this. Where are the relatives and friends?" "We have been pressed for time," replied Villemot.
"I have told our management before now that we ought to have a wardrobe department and lend the proper mourning costumes on hire," said the master of the ceremonies, addressing Villemot; "it is a want that is more and more felt every day, and we have even now introduced improvements.
Villemot exclaimed, very imprudently; but there was no one to hear the tacit confession of complicity. "Who is this gentleman?" inquired the master of the ceremonies. "Oh! he comes on behalf of the family." "Whose family?" "The disinherited family. He is M. Camusot de Marville's representative." "Good," said the master of the ceremonies, with a satisfied air.
Schmucke was driven passively along the road, as some unlucky calf is driven in a butcher's cart to the slaughter-house. Fraisier and Villemot sat with their backs to the horses. On these occasions those who feel least begin to talk soonest, and in the end the saddest listen, and their thoughts are diverted. "M. le President had already started for the Court."
'Ah, so much the better! the youngster said. 'I shall come to an understanding with him. We will deposit the will at the Tribunal, after showing it to the President. So at that, I told him to ask M. Villemot to come here as soon as he could. Be easy, my dear sir, there are those that will take care of you. They shall not shear the fleece off your back.
Overwrought by a fever of indignation, he went into his room and piled his clothes upon a chair. "All dese are mine," he said, with simplicity worthy of Cincinnatus. "Der biano is also mine." Fraisier turned to La Sauvage. "Madame, get help," he said; "take that piano out and put it on the landing." "You are too rough into the bargain," said Villemot, addressing Fraisier.
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