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‘
Being
all
in
perfect
accord
with
their
own
wives
?
’
said
the
guest
.
‘
Haha
!
’
The
landlady
of
the
Break
of
Day
looked
at
him
again
,
and
felt
almost
confirmed
in
her
last
decision
.
He
had
a
fine
hand
,
though
,
and
he
turned
it
with
a
great
show
.
She
began
once
more
to
think
that
he
was
not
ill
-
looking
after
all
.
‘
Did
you
mention
,
madame
—
or
was
it
mentioned
among
the
gentlemen
—
what
became
of
him
?
’
The
landlady
shook
her
head
;
it
being
the
first
conversational
stage
at
which
her
vivacious
earnestness
had
ceased
to
nod
it
,
keeping
time
to
what
she
said
.
It
had
been
mentioned
at
the
Daybreak
,
she
remarked
,
on
the
authority
of
the
journals
,
that
he
had
been
kept
in
prison
for
his
own
safety
.
However
that
might
be
,
he
had
escaped
his
deserts
;
so
much
the
worse
.
The
guest
sat
looking
at
her
as
he
smoked
out
his
final
cigarette
,
and
as
she
sat
with
her
head
bent
over
her
work
,
with
an
expression
that
might
have
resolved
her
doubts
,
and
brought
her
to
a
lasting
conclusion
on
the
subject
of
his
good
or
bad
looks
if
she
had
seen
it
.
When
she
did
look
up
,
the
expression
was
not
there
.
The
hand
was
smoothing
his
shaggy
moustache
.
‘
May
one
ask
to
be
shown
to
bed
,
madame
?
’
Very
willingly
,
monsieur
.
Hola
,
my
husband
!
My
husband
would
conduct
him
up
-
stairs
.
There
was
one
traveller
there
,
asleep
,
who
had
gone
to
bed
very
early
indeed
,
being
overpowered
by
fatigue
;
but
it
was
a
large
chamber
with
two
beds
in
it
,
and
space
enough
for
twenty
.
This
the
landlady
of
the
Break
of
Day
chirpingly
explained
,
calling
between
whiles
,
‘
Hola
,
my
husband
!
’
out
at
the
side
door
.
My
husband
answered
at
length
,
‘
It
is
I
,
my
wife
!
’
and
presenting
himself
in
his
cook
’
s
cap
,
lighted
the
traveller
up
a
steep
and
narrow
staircase
;
the
traveller
carrying
his
own
cloak
and
knapsack
,
and
bidding
the
landlady
good
night
with
a
complimentary
reference
to
the
pleasure
of
seeing
her
again
to
-
morrow
.
It
was
a
large
room
,
with
a
rough
splintery
floor
,
unplastered
rafters
overhead
,
and
two
bedsteads
on
opposite
sides
.
Here
‘
my
husband
’
put
down
the
candle
he
carried
,
and
with
a
sidelong
look
at
his
guest
stooping
over
his
knapsack
,
gruffly
gave
him
the
instruction
,
‘
The
bed
to
the
right
!
’
and
left
him
to
his
repose
.
The
landlord
,
whether
he
was
a
good
or
a
bad
physiognomist
,
had
fully
made
up
his
mind
that
the
guest
was
an
ill
-
looking
fellow
.
The
guest
looked
contemptuously
at
the
clean
coarse
bedding
prepared
for
him
,
and
,
sitting
down
on
the
rush
chair
at
the
bedside
,
drew
his
money
out
of
his
pocket
,
and
told
it
over
in
his
hand
.
‘
One
must
eat
,
’
he
muttered
to
himself
,
‘
but
by
Heaven
I
must
eat
at
the
cost
of
some
other
man
to
-
morrow
!
’
As
he
sat
pondering
,
and
mechanically
weighing
his
money
in
his
palm
,
the
deep
breathing
of
the
traveller
in
the
other
bed
fell
so
regularly
upon
his
hearing
that
it
attracted
his
eyes
in
that
direction
.
The
man
was
covered
up
warm
,
and
had
drawn
the
white
curtain
at
his
head
,
so
that
he
could
be
only
heard
,
not
seen
.
But
the
deep
regular
breathing
,
still
going
on
while
the
other
was
taking
off
his
worn
shoes
and
gaiters
,
and
still
continuing
when
he
had
laid
aside
his
coat
and
cravat
,
became
at
length
a
strong
provocative
to
curiosity
,
and
incentive
to
get
a
glimpse
of
the
sleeper
’
s
face
.
