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The
company
might
have
had
other
engagements
,
or
they
might
have
felt
their
inferiority
,
but
in
any
case
they
dispersed
by
degrees
,
and
not
being
replaced
by
other
company
,
left
their
new
patron
in
possession
of
the
Break
of
Day
.
The
landlord
was
clinking
about
in
his
kitchen
;
the
landlady
was
quiet
at
her
work
;
and
the
refreshed
traveller
sat
smoking
by
the
stove
,
warming
his
ragged
feet
.
‘
Pardon
me
,
madame
—
that
Biraud
.
’
‘
Rigaud
,
monsieur
.
’
‘
Rigaud
.
Pardon
me
again
—
has
contracted
your
displeasure
,
how
?
’
The
landlady
,
who
had
been
at
one
moment
thinking
within
herself
that
this
was
a
handsome
man
,
at
another
moment
that
this
was
an
ill
-
looking
man
,
observed
the
nose
coming
down
and
the
moustache
going
up
,
and
strongly
inclined
to
the
latter
decision
.
Rigaud
was
a
criminal
,
she
said
,
who
had
killed
his
wife
.
‘
Ay
,
ay
?
Death
of
my
life
,
that
’
s
a
criminal
indeed
.
But
how
do
you
know
it
?
’
‘
All
the
world
knows
it
.
’
‘
Hah
!
And
yet
he
escaped
justice
?
’
‘
Monsieur
,
the
law
could
not
prove
it
against
him
to
its
satisfaction
.
So
the
law
says
.
Nevertheless
,
all
the
world
knows
he
did
it
.
The
people
knew
it
so
well
,
that
they
tried
to
tear
him
to
pieces
.
’
