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"What is the matter with your arm?" "Nothing a bruise." "You must make some iron red hot, put it into some water, and bathe your arm in this almost boiling water; it is a dealer-in-old-iron's remedy, but it is excellent." "Thank you, Daddy Micou." "Come, let us bring in the metal: I will help you, lazybones!"
It is all very well for once." "Good for once! Come, come; ham and wine are good always, you know that well enough." "It is possible; but I am not obliged to feed you with dainties." "Hush!" said the alarmed receiver. "No; I'll make the beak decide; I will tell him. Imagine that, Daddy Micou "
"Hungry! it is possible, but I should say that you wish to appear lively, but at the bottom there is something that bites and pinches you conscience, as they say; and to trouble you it must bite hard, for you are no prude." "I tell you, you are crazy, Micou," said Nicholas, shuddering in spite of himself. "One would say that you tremble." "My arm pains me."
I am going to the roof; in ten minutes I will descend, and take the money as I pass." Micou handed the letter to Madame de Fermont, and disappeared. "The letter is from Normandy. On the stamp is Aubiers; it is from M. d'Orbigny!" cried Madame de Fermont examining the address. "Well, mamma, was I right?" "Oh, how my heart beats!
"Shut the door." "My dog and little cart are there with the swag." "No, Micou." "It is not dredge, you are too cunning now; you are no longer a ravageur; perhaps it is iron?" "No, Micou; it is copper. There must be at least one hundred and fifty pounds; my dog has as much as he can draw." "Go and bring the stuff; we will weigh it." "You must help me, Micou; I have a lame arm."
The expression, then, of his face, was as impudent as his visitor's was uneasy and concerned. This individual was one Micou, a receiver, dwelling in the Passage de la Brasserie, to whose house Madame de Fermont and her daughter, victims of the cupidity of Jacques Ferrand, had been obliged to retire.
"Yes! tell my mother and sister that, though I trembled when I was arrested, I tremble no more, and that I am now as bold as both of them." "I will tell them. Is that all?" "Stop! I forgot to ask for two pair of warm woolen stockings you do not wish me to take cold, do you?" "I wish you were froze!" "Thank you, Micou, that shall be later; at present, I prefer something else.
"All well at home?" demanded the receiver, weighing the copper: "your mother and sister are in good health?" "Yes, Micou." "The children also?" "The children also." "And your nephew Andre, where is he?" "Don't speak of it! he was in luck yesterday.
Neither must you forget to send some coffee to my mother and Calabash, who are at Saint Lazare; they used to take their cup every morning they will feel the want of it." "Still more? But do you mean to ruin me, lad?" "As you please, old Micou; let us speak no more about it. I will ask the big-wig if " "Agreed, then, for the coffee," said the receiver, interrupting him.
"No, give me the letter; I have changed my mind; I will go myself to the Viscount de Saint Remy," said Badinot, emphasizing purposely the aristocratic address. "Here is the letter, sir; have you no other commission?" "No, friend Micou," said Badinot, with a patronizing air; "but I have reproaches to make to you." "To me, sir?" "Very grave reproaches." "How, sir?"
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