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"
What
are
you
doing
in
Paris
?
"
asked
Forestier
,
Duroy
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
"
Dying
of
hunger
,
simply
.
When
my
time
was
up
,
I
came
hither
to
make
my
fortune
,
or
rather
to
live
in
Paris
--
and
for
six
months
I
have
been
employed
in
a
railroad
office
at
fifteen
hundred
francs
a
year
.
"
Forestier
murmured
:
"
That
is
not
very
much
.
"
"
But
what
can
I
do
?
"
answered
Duroy
.
"
I
am
alone
,
I
know
no
one
,
I
have
no
recommendations
.
The
spirit
is
not
lacking
,
but
the
means
are
.
"
His
companion
looked
at
him
from
head
to
foot
like
a
practical
man
who
is
examining
a
subject
;
then
he
said
,
in
a
tone
of
conviction
:
"
You
see
,
my
dear
fellow
,
all
depends
on
assurance
,
here
.
A
shrewd
,
observing
man
can
sometimes
become
a
minister
.
You
must
obtrude
yourself
and
yet
not
ask
anything
.
But
how
is
it
you
have
not
found
anything
better
than
a
clerkship
at
the
station
?
"
Duroy
replied
:
"
I
hunted
everywhere
and
found
nothing
else
.
But
I
know
where
I
can
get
three
thousand
francs
at
least
--
as
riding
-
master
at
the
Pellerin
school
.
"
Forestier
stopped
him
:
"
Do
n't
do
it
,
for
you
can
earn
ten
thousand
francs
.
You
will
ruin
your
prospects
at
once
.
In
your
office
at
least
no
one
knows
you
;
you
can
leave
it
if
you
wish
to
at
any
time
.
But
when
you
are
once
a
riding-master
all
will
be
over
.
You
might
as
well
be
a
butler
in
a
house
to
which
all
Paris
comes
to
dine
.
When
you
have
given
riding
lessons
to
men
of
the
world
or
to
their
sons
,
they
will
no
longer
consider
you
their
equal
.
"
He
paused
,
reflected
several
seconds
and
then
asked
:
"
Are
you
a
bachelor
?
"
