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He
sat
down
to
a
table,
and,
beside
the
dead
body
of
his
love,
he
composed
the
ten
rollicking
songs
to
fit
popular
airs
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339
A
DISTINGUISHED
PROVINCIAL
AT
PARIS
the
other
has
anticipated
the
rupture.
of
Le$
Marguerites,
which
were
given
to
the
author
by
poeticd
of
the
chiefs
of
parties,
and
so
forth,
are
temptations
to
newspaper
managers
not
to
bold
up
a
very
high
standard
of
honor,
anonymity
at
ords
q^
g^
Bargeton's
love
was
grafted
on
pride.
He
made
another
mistake
when
W
they
were
present
Lueien
could
not
complain.
The
dinner,
sent
in
from
a
neighboring
restaurant,
fell
far
below
the
provincial
average,
both
in
quantity
and
quality;
the
essential
goodness
history,
and
If
anybody
here
in
Paris
knew
woman
from
AngoulSme
who
shabby
tight
jacket
you
meant
to
make
my
successes
yours,
you
would
surely
make
my
adversity
yours
also,
and
here
we
are
going
to
part
already.
Mme. de
showy
and
uncomfortable.
It
was
to
shopping,
recommending
Herbault
for
toques
and
Juliette
for
hats
and
bonnets;
he
added
the
address
of
a
fashionable
fashionable world.
longed
to
crowds
of
strange
faces,
the
man
of
imaginative
temper
felt
as
if
he
himself
had
shrunk,
as
it
were,
immensely.
A
man
of
any
con-
eequence
in
his
native
place,
where
he
cannot
go
out
but
he
mistakes
which
the
latter
ignorantly
made,
much
aa
slightest
notice
of
her;
her
prettiness
is
of
the
comparative
degree
illustrated
by
the
sa3dng
that
among
the
blind
the
one-
eyed
are
kings.
Lucien's
eyes
were
now
busy
comparing
Mme.
de
Bargeton
with
other
women.
Just
Chatelet,
elegant,
and
as
much
at
home
as
an
actor
treading
the
familiar
boards
of
his
theatre,
in
two
days
had
recovered
all
the
ground
lost
in
the
past
six
months.
L'Hou-
that
pleasure.
at
Yery's.
And
now,
behold
Lucien
frisking
and
skipping,
light
immaculate
white,
and
every
one
had
straps
to
his
trousers,
while
the
shrunken
hems
VOL.
8-
2t
in
every
field.
indispensable superfluities,
into
the
pleasures
of
Paris
and
a
solace
for
his
discouragement.
A
bottle
of
Bordeaux,
oysters
from
many
coats
upon
First
Gentleman
of
the
Bed-
to
know
that,
said
the
man,
who
could
not
help
exchanging
a
barely
perceptible
smile
with
his
colleague.
A
carriage
stopped
under
the
peristyle
as
he
spoke.
A
chasseur,
we
give
you
permission.
Lucien
obeyed
as
the
first
act
came
to
an
end.
'
y
her turn
we
owe

said,
as
with
music,
a
single
discordant
note
is
a
complete
negation
of
the
art
itself,
for
the
harmony
exists
only
of
Angouleme?
Mme.
de
Barge-
ton
acknowledged
his
bow
by
a
slight
inclination
of
the
head
Duchesse
de
Chaulieu.
In
spite
of
his
graces
and
the
affectation
that
1
Marquise
d'Espard
through
one
of
the
kings
at
night
he
saw
the
same
lavish
expenditure
of
intellect.
By
what
mysterious
means,
he
asked
himself,
did
these
people
in
predecessor's
footsteps
that
he
was
captivated
by
the
great
lady
and
smitten
re-
it
all,
26
answer,
drop
him,
I
beg
of
learn
act;
sometimes
the
sight
of
tb^
—
tipped
to
one
side,
it
has
a
let
that
you
at
the
your
feet.
Then
you
can
give
frigid
politeness;
but
sixty
francs.
lighted
his
way;
vast sea.
came
about
him;
he
saw
his
mother
and
Eve
and
David,
and
You
pay
I
do.
So
at
this
moment
I
am
almost
happy.
In
a
few
days
than ever.''
eyes
at
the
expense
of
the
stomach,
to
which
your
modern
restaurant
almost
always
has
Such was
ordered
beforehand.
Beef
of
the
feminine
gender
there
pre-
vails;
the
young
of
the
bovine
species
appears
in
all
kinds
27
spot
whence
he
could
parley
with
the
owners
of
the
restaurant.
In
time
an
acquaintance
would
grow
up,
he
thought,
and
then
his
sympathies
went
out
to
him
with
irresistible
fervor.
eyes.
Now,
he
thought,
he
would
lead
the
conversation
Quarter,
he
behaved
like
a
poor
old
mother,
of
all
the
promises
of
his
genius.
He
spent
his
mornings
in
studying
history
at
the
Bib-
liotheque
temptations
held
out
by
the
play-bills.
The
Theatre-Frangais,
the
Vaudeville,
the
Varietea,
the
t® find
new source
of revenue.
we
have
placed
a
hundred
copies
I
du
Coq
he
stopped
in
front
of
a
modest-looking
and
do
It
inter-
literature
francs
for
a
handsome
offer.
A
hun-
dred
francs
per
month
I
Think
of
it
I
After
all,
a
romanqe
of
coarse
cloth,
a
black
cravat,
a
waistcoat
of
those
gestures
that
speak
more
eloquently
I
28
show us
iji
rush
of
melan-
choly
was
of
an
even
poorer
somewhere,
and
a
couple
of
horsehair
armchairs,
filled
the
further
end
of
the
room.
The
wall-paper,
a
Highland
plaid
novelist's
form
of
dramatic
dialogue
to
that
restaurant
like
an
intellectual
giant;
and
by
eleven
of
Paris
a
but
others,
like
d'Arthez,
have
since
won
all
the
fame
that
was
their
due.
A
few
details
as
to
the
circle
admirable,
and
as
praise
is
sweet
to
him,
his
disgust
is
great
when
no
one
said
both
for
and
against,
he
were destined
;
is
aimed
at
self-love.
to
give,
no
one
made
a
diffi-
perfect
confidence.
With
the
man
by
the
simplicity
of
the
record
of
his
death.
why.
says
that
it
is
impos-
more
every
day,
as
I
discover
moment
29
never
be
at
one
with
yourself,
service
of
the
first
that
imagined
them
to
be;
and
the
Southern
temper
that
runs
so
easily
through
the
whole
gamut
of
mental
dispositions,
set
him
making
the
most
contradictory
resolutions.
Again
and
again
he
talked
of
making
the
plunge
into
jour-
nalism;
and
time
after
time
pleasure
which
make
up
a
journalist's
life,
evening
of
Michel
Chrestien;
Lucien
and
Leon
Giraud
were
walking
home
with
their
friend.
gymnastics
of
the
kind,
and
subscription,
returned
Lucien.
said the veteraja.
editor's
office
as
if
he
were
quite
at
home.
catures,
sketched
on
unheard-
of
European
popularity,
that
journalists
evidently
than famous.
''JoM/i^f^
military
man
were
soon
deep
in
converse
will
say
no
more
about
Virginie,
a
botcher
leave
my
post.
You
seem
to
know
all
about
the
newspaper,
sir,
Lucien
began.
is
by
no
means
he failed
to find
dinner.
He
had
obtained
leave
to
lay
his
sonnets
before
the
journalist.
new.
Victor
Hugo
has
appropriated
the
8—30
far;
My
dawn,
I
thought,
should
be
for
ever
itew.
'mid
the
snows,
A
lily
sceptreless,
a
scentless
rose,
For
dainty
listlessness
of
maidenhood,
glorious
in
the
garden
bed,
But
Nature,
woe
is
me,
no
fragrance
shed
Within
my
cup
of
Orient
porcelain.
demurely
folded
as
you
hold
them
now.
They
will
never
open
out
to
the
sun
of
pub-
home
must have
—
for
great
ladies,
queens
in
the
great
the
bottom
of
a
well,
a
word
from
the
pasha
of
the
Constitutionnel,
But
whether
I
fight
upon
this
field
or
elsewhere,
fight
I
must,
said
Lucien.
^nightingale,'
ironically
so
called,
from
the
very
beginning:
when
will
his
Easter
come?
Who
knows?
Try,
to
begin
with,
to
find
somebody
bold
enough
to
print
the
Marguerites;
not
to
pay
for
them,
but
simply
to
print
them;
and
you
will
see
some
queer
things.''
The
fierce
tirade,
delivered
in
every
tone
of
the
passionate
the
second
beset
with
hidden
dangers,
a
peril-
ous
path,
among
muddy
channels
where
conscience
is
inevi-
the
Latin
Quarter.
it,
for
francs
net.
Wherefore
you
owe
me
one
hundred
francs,
my
little
Barbet.
8—31
;
oome
bankrupt
wine
merchant's
sale,
and
a
tallow
dip,
never
the
money
again,
he
added.
Where
are
your
twenty
francs?
asked
Lousteau.
My
word;,
I
don't
know
that
I
have
them,
said
Barbet,
are
knocked
off.
As
for
the
Travels
in
Egypt,
I
view,
of
steering
between
two
rocks,
the
delights
of
crossing
the
line,
and
all
the
things
that
Lucien's
experience
confirmed
called,
used
to
reign
in
state.
thousand
Handbills and
practice
could
you
walk
at
your
talk,
Galleries,
some
few
of
the
shops
boasted
proper
fronts
and
by
travel-
to us.
charm,
so
much
so,
that,
until
the
to
present
or
future
business.
of
We are
do with
business
with
the
pasha
followed
Blondet,
Finot,
and
Vernou,
and
stood
in
a
knot
at
the
back
of
the
shop.
committing
a
pleonasm/^
said
Felicien
in
Ah,
the
largest
shareholders
in
the
ConstituUonnel
was
standing
8—32
be
a
kind
of
local
branch
of
the
it
for
men
with
distinguished
no
idea,
gentlemen,
of
the
amount
of
harm
that
Bryon,
Lamartine,
Victor
Hugo,
Casimir
Delavigne,
Canalis,
and
Beranger
the
manu-
the
Hundred
Days
was
just
about
to
appear.
Lueien
painful
than
I
expected,
after
your
programme.
The
provincial
poet's
eyes.
The
height
of
the
roof,
the
slenderness
of
the
props,
the
ladders
up/'
pray
for
some
more
Eussian
princes,
give
you
a
figures.''
said
fitienne,
as
they
came
away.
much
appreciated
here.
Everything
depends
on
Florine
and
Coralie
to-night;
they
are
bewitchingly
pretty
and
graceful,
wear
very
short
skirts,
and
dance
a
Spanish
dance,
and
possibly
they
may
with
d'Arthez
and
his
friends^
and
tears
glittered
in
his
eyes.
8—33
hot
and
strong
at
the
Opera,
your
ten
subscriptions.
I
had
two
good
notices
put
sin$
with
him,
and
she
will
play
If
Florine
succeeds,
I
shall
be
editor
of
a
newspaper
entering
a
privileged
class,
you
will
be
one
of
the
hundred
persons
who
tell
France
what
to
think.
In
three
ofi&ce.
and tell
good
fortune;
already,
for
a
few
butter
Coralie
about
them
were
bounded
by
thick
arching
lines
of
eyebrow.
Magnificent
mental
power,
well-nigh
amounting
to
genius,
seemed
to
dwell
in
the
swarthy
fore-
And
what
is
all
this,
after
all,
but
the
poetry
of
the
senses?
Two
months
ago
these
women
have befallen
booty
sooner
than
perish.
Write
a
brilliant
article,
and
you
will
make
brilliant
process
in
Finot's
estimation^
for
Einot
has
a
lively
sense
Cursy.
scarcely
recognized
Florine
and
Coralie
in
their
ordinary
quilted
paletots
and
cloaks,
with
She
was
silent.
All
her
power
to
feel
isseemed
to
be
concentrated
8—34
burning
and
the
Minister
to
come
up,
said
Nathan.
talk,
and
come
and
go
throughout,
puts
the
house
in
good
humor.
The
people
on
the
stage
all
seemed
to
understand
what
they
were
about,
but
I
am
quite
unable
to
clear
up
the
mystery,
or
to
say
wherein
it
lay;
for
the
Alcalde's
daughter
was
there,
personified
by
a
living,
breath-
ing
Andalusian,
a
Spaniard
with
a
Spaniard's
eyes,
a
Span-
iard's
complexion,
a
Spaniard's
gait
and
figure,
a
Spaniard
from
top
to
toe,
with
her
poniard
in
her
garter,
love
in
her
heart,
and
a
cross
on
the
ribbon
about
her
neck.
When
the
act
was
over,
and
somebody
asked
me
how
the
piece
was
going,
I
answered,
She
wears
scarlet
stockings
with
green
clocks
any
the
worst,
for
he
becomes
a
in
spite
of
its
wanton
dan-
gerous
grace.
The
bolero
in
itself
would
be
enough
to
attract
said Nathan.
drawing-room,
Coralie
bent
to
Florine,
of
Paris
was
upon
him;
how
'France
will
die
of
that,
nothing
necessary
to
invent
it
forthwith.
But
here
w©
have
it,
and
live
by
it.
supposed
to
en-
a
mere
trifle.
The
paper
scoffs
if
the
victim
gains
the
day;
and
if
heavy
damages
are
awarded,
the
newspaper
column,
drag
them
down
by
the
feet,
and
take
their
place.
8—^5
from
shuddering
at
than
his.
During
the
world,
made
a
sign
to
the
Duke
and
Tullia,
and
the
three
disappeared
with
the
first
symptoms
of
vociferous
nonsense
which
precede
noth-
Innate
generosity
suggested
dainty
dressing-room,
whither
Coralie
and
the
maid
brought
a
scared
glance
at
Coralie.
Coralie
flung
herself
about
dressing-room to-night.
scene
and
leave
Coralie?'
I
''What?
give
that
young
man
a
present,
I
suppose?
in-
terrupted
Camusot.
heard
the
name
before.
pair
of
little,
black
velvet
slippers
lined
with
purple
silk
told
of
happiness
await-
ing
the
poet
of
The
Marguerites.
A
dainty
lamp
hung
from
the
ceiling
draped
with
flower-
ing
plants,
would
willingly
give
sitting together.
about
his
neck.
an
eager
pleasure-loving
nature?
And
how
easy
it
is
for
the
to
miserable
over
the
discovery,
and
a
gift
which
hu-
miliated
him;
but
Honorable
resolution
struggled
with
temptation
and
swayed
him
now
this
way,
now
that.
He
sat
to
him
were in
the
pleasure,
added
Fulgence.
*^ell,
so
you
are
a
journalist,
are
you?
asked
Leon
8—36
street,
he
looked
up
at
d'Arthez's
windows,
and
popular
party;
and
besides,
if
you
mean
to
go
And
by
these
means,
my
little
dear,
your
foot
is
in
the
stirrup,
continued
Lousteau,
helping
hand
all
round.
Let
us
go
tumbling
out.
Felicien
house
to
meet
the
same
company
is
a
woman
who
all
unconsciously
will
work
great
havoc
in
contemporary
literature,
said
ifitienne,
the
Faubourg
Saint-Ger-
main,
ability?'^
he
was
in
love
with
the
easy,
luxurious,
and
expensive
life
which
the
actress
led.
in
moments
of
get
it
on
again
without
a
button-hook,
said
Lucien,
flushing
up.
Berenice
will
fetch
you
one;
we
can
do
with
some
here,
jeered
Camusot.
Papa
Camusot
said
Coralie,
looking
at
him
with
cruel
Bcom,
have
the
courage
of
your
pitiful
baseness.
Come,
household.
hard,
I
may
make
five
hundred
francs
a
month,
Lucien
said.
gentleman;
he
is
on
the
staff,
with
a
friendliness
blazing
fire,
and
seated
in
various
chairs
and
lounges
Lucien
discovered
Lousteau,
Felicien
Yernou,
Hector
Merlin,
angl
always
find
Finot.
prospects.
So
there
you
are,
mounted
on
our
shoulders,
said
a
con-
tributor
whom
Lucien
did
not
know.
yet.
an
explanation,
8—37
Lucien,
he
is
wild
about
Fanny
them
for
facts
in
his
Bistoire
philosopliique
des
Indes/'
was
compromised,
for
the
pair
came
out
perfectly
good
friends.
the
best
possible
dinner;
and
Coralie,
feeling
that
she
was
rid
of
her
adorer,
was
more
charming
to
the
poor
silk-mercer
than
she
had
ever
been
in
the
fourteen
Wooden
Galleries.
would
probably
secure
and
swallow.
other.
lost
or
made
in
the
publishing
trade.
If
you
find
anybody
mad
enough
to
print
your
poetry
for
you,
you
will
feel
some
respect
for
me
in
another
twelve-
off
an
article
demolishing
it.
on,
and
so
on.
Then,
to
prove
your
case,
draw
a
comparison
between
of
writing.
Here
you
launch
out
into
resounding
lamentations
over
glimpse.
edition
of
M.
Nathan's
book
is
announced.
We
had
intended
to
keep
silence
with
regard
to
that
work,
but
Nathan's
book.
Evidently
will
feel
bad,
said
Lousteatt
Cuttlefish-bone's
lament.'
Mme.
de
Bargeton
is
called
the
Cuttlefish-bone
now,
and
no
mistake,
and
Chatelet
is
known
everywhere
as
Baron
Heron.
Lucien
took
up
the
paper,
and
could
not
help
laughing
at
Vemou's
extremely
clever
skit.
Just
you
wait
till
to-morrow,
my
dear
fellow,
and
you
shall
see
how
Lucien
has
taken
you
no
harm
done,
Nathan
rejoined.
Hector
Merlin
in
the
greenroom
of
the
Yaudeville
was
saying
that
I
had
been
cut
up.
38
amount.
Intrigues
were
multiplied
in
newspaper
offices;
and
of
a
night
when
long
Debats sold the
After
waiting
for
some
time,
fidgeting
and
making
as
much
noise
as
he
could
while
parleying
with
Berenice,
he
at
last
obtained
speech
of
Lucien;
and,
arrogant
publisher
though
he
was,
he
came
in
will
you
keep
us
com-
pany?
asked
Coralie.
it
is
you.
Last
week
de
Cluny,
enough
of
him,
for
generosity
is
a
trait
of
immense
labors,
gave
Lucien
a
welcome
among
longing
for
revenge
worship
was
immensely
flattered
by
this
attention.
Felicien
Vernou
brought
a
hundred
francs
for
Lucien's
article
?*'
or
an
Octave,
quote
foreign
criticisms
on
the
unimaginative
preci-
sion
of
our
style,
and
then
extol
M.
de
Canalis
and
Nathan
for
the
services
they
have
done
France
by
infusing
a
less
?
Lucien's
head
was
swimming
with
bewilderment.
Blondet
kissed
him
on
both
cheeks.
I
am
going
to
my
shop,
said
he.
And
every
man
like-
merce;
and
the
ruthless,
bloodthirsty
critic,
the
lively
cried
he
previous reputation
8—39
a seat
return
for
services
to
be
rendered
to
the
count
cleverness,
was
in
the
humor,
he
hit
off
another
of
his
short
of
slashing,
the
paper
will
get
into
trouble,
and
when
there
is
good
reason
for
hitting
pestered
with
hubbub,
beginners
wanting
a
job,
or
advertisements.
No
other
paper
has
his
equal,
I
think.
He
plays
his
part
well,
said
Lucien;
I
saw
him
at
work.
self-interest
squatting
in
every
corner.
A
smart
maid-servant
opened
the
door.
At
the
sight
of
Etienne
Lousteau,
the
dealer
in
orders
and
tickets
rose
from
and
make
little
mur-
murs,
and
the
applause
will
follow.
That
is
a
dodge
which
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