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"
Next
to
it
!
"
cried
Madame
Hoinais
,
clasping
her
hands
.
"
Arsenic
!
You
might
have
poisoned
us
all
.
"
And
the
children
began
howling
as
if
they
already
had
frightful
pains
in
their
entrails
.
"
Or
poison
a
patient
!
"
continued
the
druggist
.
"
Do
you
want
to
see
me
in
the
prisoner
's
dock
with
criminals
,
in
a
court
of
justice
?
To
see
me
dragged
to
the
scaffold
?
Do
n't
you
know
what
care
I
take
in
managing
things
,
although
I
am
so
thoroughly
used
to
it
?
Often
I
am
horrified
myself
when
I
think
of
my
responsibility
;
for
the
Government
persecutes
us
,
and
the
absurd
legislation
that
rules
us
is
a
veritable
Damocles
'
sword
over
our
heads
.
"
Emma
no
longer
dreamed
of
asking
what
they
wanted
her
for
,
and
the
druggist
went
on
in
breathless
phrases
--
"
That
is
your
return
for
all
the
kindness
we
have
shown
you
!
That
is
how
you
recompense
me
for
the
really
paternal
care
that
I
lavish
on
you
!
For
without
me
where
would
you
be
?
What
would
you
be
doing
?
Who
provides
you
with
food
,
education
,
clothes
,
and
all
the
means
of
figuring
one
day
with
honour
in
the
ranks
of
society
?
But
you
must
pull
hard
at
the
oar
if
you
're
to
do
that
,
and
get
,
as
,
people
say
,
callosities
upon
your
hands
.
Fabricando
fit
faber
,
age
quod
agis
.
"
He
was
so
exasperated
he
quoted
Latin
.
He
would
have
quoted
Chinese
or
Greenlandish
had
he
known
those
two
languages
,
for
he
was
in
one
of
those
crises
in
which
the
whole
soul
shows
indistinctly
what
it
contains
,
like
the
ocean
,
which
,
in
the
storm
,
opens
itself
from
the
seaweeds
on
its
shores
down
to
the
sands
of
its
abysses
.
And
he
went
on
--
"
I
am
beginning
to
repent
terribly
of
having
taken
you
up
!
I
should
certainly
have
done
better
to
have
left
you
to
rot
in
your
poverty
and
the
dirt
in
which
you
were
born
.
Oh
,
you
'll
never
be
fit
for
anything
but
to
herd
animals
with
horns
!
You
have
no
aptitude
for
science
!
You
hardly
know
how
to
stick
on
a
label
!
And
there
you
are
,
dwelling
with
me
snug
as
a
parson
,
living
in
clover
,
taking
your
ease
!
"
But
Emma
,
turning
to
Madame
Homais
,
"
I
was
told
to
come
here
--
"
