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"
Please
give
me
half
an
ounce
of
vitriol
.
"
"
Justin
,
"
cried
the
druggist
,
"
bring
us
the
sulphuric
acid
.
"
Then
to
Emma
,
who
was
going
up
to
Madame
Homais
'
room
,
"
No
,
stay
here
;
it
is
n't
worth
while
going
up
;
she
is
just
coming
down
.
Warm
yourself
at
the
stove
in
the
meantime
.
Excuse
me
.
Good-day
,
doctor
,
"
(
for
the
chemist
much
enjoyed
pronouncing
the
word
"
doctor
,
"
as
if
addressing
another
by
it
reflected
on
himself
some
of
the
grandeur
that
he
found
in
it
)
.
"
Now
,
take
care
not
to
upset
the
mortars
!
You
'd
better
fetch
some
chairs
from
the
little
room
;
you
know
very
well
that
the
arm-chairs
are
not
to
be
taken
out
of
the
drawing-room
.
"
And
to
put
his
arm-chair
back
in
its
place
he
was
darting
away
from
the
counter
,
when
Binet
asked
him
for
half
an
ounce
of
sugar
acid
.
"
Sugar
acid
!
"
said
the
chemist
contemptuously
,
"
do
n't
know
it
;
I
'm
ignorant
of
it
!
But
perhaps
you
want
oxalic
acid
.
It
is
oxalic
acid
,
is
n't
it
?
"
Binet
explained
that
he
wanted
a
corrosive
to
make
himself
some
copperwater
with
which
to
remove
rust
from
his
hunting
things
.
Emma
shuddered
.
The
chemist
began
saying
--
"
Indeed
the
weather
is
not
propitious
on
account
of
the
damp
.
"
"
Nevertheless
,
"
replied
the
tax-collector
,
with
a
sly
look
,
"
there
are
people
who
like
it
.
"
She
was
stifling
.
"
And
give
me
--
"
