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"
Exactly
.
"
"
He
lives
at
the
end
of
the
yard
,
on
the
left
,
on
the
third
story
.
"
Andrea
went
as
she
directed
him
,
and
on
the
third
floor
he
found
a
hare
's
paw
,
which
,
by
the
hasty
ringing
of
the
bell
,
it
was
evident
he
pulled
with
considerable
ill-temper
.
A
moment
after
Caderousse
's
face
appeared
at
the
grating
in
the
door
.
"
Ah
,
you
are
punctual
,
"
said
he
,
as
he
drew
back
the
door
.
"
Confound
you
and
your
punctuality
!
"
said
Andrea
,
throwing
himself
into
a
chair
in
a
manner
which
implied
that
he
would
rather
have
flung
it
at
the
head
of
his
host
.
"
Come
,
come
,
my
little
fellow
,
do
n't
be
angry
.
See
,
I
have
thought
about
you
--
look
at
the
good
breakfast
we
are
going
to
have
;
nothing
but
what
you
are
fond
of
.
"
Andrea
,
indeed
,
inhaled
the
scent
of
something
cooking
which
was
not
unwelcome
to
him
,
hungry
as
he
was
;
it
was
that
mixture
of
fat
and
garlic
peculiar
to
provincial
kitchens
of
an
inferior
order
,
added
to
that
of
dried
fish
,
and
above
all
,
the
pungent
smell
of
musk
and
cloves
.
These
odors
escaped
from
two
deep
dishes
which
were
covered
and
placed
on
a
stove
,
and
from
a
copper
pan
placed
in
an
old
iron
pot
.
In
an
adjoining
room
Andrea
saw
also
a
tolerably
clean
table
prepared
for
two
,
two
bottles
of
wine
sealed
,
the
one
with
green
,
the
other
with
yellow
,
a
supply
of
brandy
in
a
decanter
,
and
a
measure
of
fruit
in
a
cabbage-leaf
,
cleverly
arranged
on
an
earthenware
plate
.
"
What
do
you
think
of
it
,
my
little
fellow
?
"
said
Caderousse
.
"
Ay
,
that
smells
good
!
You
know
I
used
to
be
a
famous
cook
;
do
you
recollect
how
you
used
to
lick
your
fingers
?
You
were
among
the
first
who
tasted
any
of
my
dishes
,
and
I
think
you
relished
them
tolerably
.
"
While
speaking
,
Caderousse
went
on
peeling
a
fresh
supply
of
onions
.
"
But
,
"
said
Andrea
,
ill-temperedly
,
"
by
my
faith
,
if
it
was
only
to
breakfast
with
you
,
that
you
disturbed
me
,
I
wish
the
devil
had
taken
you
!
"
"
My
boy
,
"
said
Caderousse
sententiously
,
"
one
can
talk
while
eating
.
And
then
,
you
ungrateful
being
,
you
are
not
pleased
to
see
an
old
friend
?
I
am
weeping
with
joy
.
"
He
was
truly
crying
,
but
it
would
have
been
difficult
to
say
whether
joy
or
the
onions
produced
the
greatest
effect
on
the
lachrymal
glands
of
the
old
inn-keeper
of
the
Pont-du-Gard
.
"
Hold
your
tongue
,
hypocrite
,
"
said
Andrea
;
"
you
love
me
!
"
"
Yes
,
I
do
,
or
may
the
devil
take
me
.
I
know
it
is
a
weakness
,
"
said
Caderousse
,
"
but
it
overpowers
me
.
"
"
And
yet
it
has
not
prevented
your
sending
for
me
to
play
me
some
trick
.
