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‘
Hold
there
,
you
and
your
philanthropy
,
’
cried
the
smiling
landlady
,
nodding
her
head
more
than
ever
.
‘
Listen
then
.
I
am
a
woman
,
I
.
I
know
nothing
of
philosophical
philanthropy
.
But
I
know
what
I
have
seen
,
and
what
I
have
looked
in
the
face
in
this
world
here
,
where
I
find
myself
.
And
I
tell
you
this
,
my
friend
,
that
there
are
people
(
men
and
women
both
,
unfortunately
)
who
have
no
good
in
them
—
none
.
That
there
are
people
whom
it
is
necessary
to
detest
without
compromise
.
That
there
are
people
who
must
be
dealt
with
as
enemies
of
the
human
race
.
That
there
are
people
who
have
no
human
heart
,
and
who
must
be
crushed
like
savage
beasts
and
cleared
out
of
the
way
.
They
are
but
few
,
I
hope
;
but
I
have
seen
(
in
this
world
here
where
I
find
myself
,
and
even
at
the
little
Break
of
Day
)
that
there
are
such
people
.
And
I
do
not
doubt
that
this
man
—
whatever
they
call
him
,
I
forget
his
name
—
is
one
of
them
.
’
The
landlady
’
s
lively
speech
was
received
with
greater
favour
at
the
Break
of
Day
,
than
it
would
have
elicited
from
certain
amiable
whitewashers
of
the
class
she
so
unreasonably
objected
to
,
nearer
Great
Britain
.
‘
My
faith
!
If
your
philosophical
philanthropy
,
’
said
the
landlady
,
putting
down
her
work
,
and
rising
to
take
the
stranger
’
s
soup
from
her
husband
,
who
appeared
with
it
at
a
side
door
,
‘
puts
anybody
at
the
mercy
of
such
people
by
holding
terms
with
them
at
all
,
in
words
or
deeds
,
or
both
,
take
it
away
from
the
Break
of
Day
,
for
it
isn
’
t
worth
a
sou
.
’
As
she
placed
the
soup
before
the
guest
,
who
changed
his
attitude
to
a
sitting
one
,
he
looked
her
full
in
the
face
,
and
his
moustache
went
up
under
his
nose
,
and
his
nose
came
down
over
his
moustache
.
‘
Well
!
’
said
the
previous
speaker
,
‘
let
us
come
back
to
our
subject
.
Leaving
all
that
aside
,
gentlemen
,
it
was
because
the
man
was
acquitted
on
his
trial
that
people
said
at
Marseilles
that
the
devil
was
let
loose
.
That
was
how
the
phrase
began
to
circulate
,
and
what
it
meant
;
nothing
more
.
’
‘
How
do
they
call
him
?
’
said
the
landlady
.
‘
Biraud
,
is
it
not
?
’
‘
Rigaud
,
madame
,
’
returned
the
tall
Swiss
.
‘
Rigaud
!
To
be
sure
.
’
The
traveller
’
s
soup
was
succeeded
by
a
dish
of
meat
,
and
that
by
a
dish
of
vegetables
.
He
ate
all
that
was
placed
before
him
,
emptied
his
bottle
of
wine
,
called
for
a
glass
of
rum
,
and
smoked
his
cigarette
with
his
cup
of
coffee
.
As
he
became
refreshed
,
he
became
overbearing
;
and
patronised
the
company
at
the
Daybreak
in
certain
small
talk
at
which
he
assisted
,
as
if
his
condition
were
far
above
his
appearance
.
