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‘
Perfectly
!
’
said
the
landlady
in
a
high
,
sing
-
song
,
cheery
voice
.
‘
Good
.
One
can
dine
—
sup
—
what
you
please
to
call
it
?
’
‘
Ah
,
perfectly
!
’
cried
the
landlady
as
before
.
‘
Dispatch
then
,
madame
,
if
you
please
.
Something
to
eat
,
as
quickly
as
you
can
;
and
some
wine
at
once
.
I
am
exhausted
.
’
‘
It
is
very
bad
weather
,
monsieur
,
’
said
the
landlady
.
‘
Cursed
weather
.
’
‘
And
a
very
long
road
.
’
‘
A
cursed
road
.
’
His
hoarse
voice
failed
him
,
and
he
rested
his
head
upon
his
hands
until
a
bottle
of
wine
was
brought
from
the
counter
.
Having
filled
and
emptied
his
little
tumbler
twice
,
and
having
broken
off
an
end
from
the
great
loaf
that
was
set
before
him
with
his
cloth
and
napkin
,
soup
-
plate
,
salt
,
pepper
,
and
oil
,
he
rested
his
back
against
the
corner
of
the
wall
,
made
a
couch
of
the
bench
on
which
he
sat
,
and
began
to
chew
crust
,
until
such
time
as
his
repast
should
be
ready
.
