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It
was
thus
the
druggist
called
a
small
room
under
the
leads
,
full
of
the
utensils
and
the
goods
of
his
trade
.
He
often
spent
long
hours
there
alone
,
labelling
,
decanting
,
and
doing
up
again
;
and
he
looked
upon
it
not
as
a
simple
store
,
but
as
a
veritable
sanctuary
,
whence
there
afterwards
issued
,
elaborated
by
his
hands
,
all
sorts
of
pills
,
boluses
,
infusions
,
lotions
,
and
potions
,
that
would
bear
far
and
wide
his
celebrity
.
No
one
in
the
world
set
foot
there
,
and
he
respected
it
so
,
that
he
swept
it
himself
.
Finally
,
if
the
pharmacy
,
open
to
all
comers
,
was
the
spot
where
he
displayed
his
pride
,
the
Capharnaum
was
the
refuge
where
,
egoistically
concentrating
himself
,
Homais
delighted
in
the
exercise
of
his
predilections
,
so
that
Justin
's
thoughtlessness
seemed
to
him
a
monstrous
piece
of
irreverence
,
and
,
redder
than
the
currants
,
he
repeated
--
"
Yes
,
from
the
Capharnaum
!
The
key
that
locks
up
the
acids
and
caustic
alkalies
!
To
go
and
get
a
spare
pan
!
a
pan
with
a
lid
!
and
that
I
shall
perhaps
never
use
!
Everything
is
of
importance
in
the
delicate
operations
of
our
art
!
But
,
devil
take
it
!
one
must
make
distinctions
,
and
not
employ
for
almost
domestic
purposes
that
which
is
meant
for
pharmaceutical
!
It
is
as
if
one
were
to
carve
a
fowl
with
a
scalpel
;
as
if
a
magistrate
--
"
"
Now
be
calm
,
"
said
Madame
Homais
.
And
Athalie
,
pulling
at
his
coat
,
cried
"
Papa
!
papa
!
"
"
No
,
let
me
alone
,
"
went
on
the
druggist
"
let
me
alone
,
hang
it
!
My
word
!
One
might
as
well
set
up
for
a
grocer
.
That
's
it
!
go
it
!
respect
nothing
!
break
,
smash
,
let
loose
the
leeches
,
burn
the
mallow-paste
,
pickle
the
gherkins
in
the
window
jars
,
tear
up
the
bandages
!
"
"
I
thought
you
had
--
"
said
Emma
.
"
Presently
!
Do
you
know
to
what
you
exposed
yourself
?
Did
n't
you
see
anything
in
the
corner
,
on
the
left
,
on
the
third
shelf
?
Speak
,
answer
,
articulate
something
.
"
"
I
--
do
n't
--
know
,
"
stammered
the
young
fellow
.
"
Ah
!
you
do
n't
know
!
Well
,
then
,
I
do
know
!
You
saw
a
bottle
of
blue
glass
,
sealed
with
yellow
wax
,
that
contains
a
white
powder
,
on
which
I
have
even
written
'
Dangerous
!
'
And
do
you
know
what
is
in
it
?
Arsenic
!
And
you
go
and
touch
it
!
You
take
a
pan
that
was
next
to
it
!
"
