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The
blind
man
held
out
his
hat
,
that
flapped
about
at
the
door
,
as
if
it
were
a
bag
in
the
lining
that
had
come
unnailed
.
"
This
,
"
said
the
chemist
,
"
is
a
scrofulous
affection
.
"
And
though
he
knew
the
poor
devil
,
he
pretended
to
see
him
for
the
first
time
,
murmured
something
about
"
cornea
,
"
"
opaque
cornea
,
"
"
sclerotic
,
"
"
facies
,
"
then
asked
him
in
a
paternal
tone
--
"
My
friend
,
have
you
long
had
this
terrible
infirmity
?
Instead
of
getting
drunk
at
the
public
,
you
'd
do
better
to
die
yourself
.
"
He
advised
him
to
take
good
wine
,
good
beer
,
and
good
joints
.
The
blind
man
went
on
with
his
song
;
he
seemed
,
moreover
,
almost
idiotic
.
At
last
Monsieur
Homais
opened
his
purse
--
"
Now
there
's
a
sou
;
give
me
back
two
lairds
,
and
do
n't
forget
my
advice
:
you
'll
be
the
better
for
it
.
"
Hivert
openly
cast
some
doubt
on
the
efficacy
of
it
.
But
the
druggist
said
that
he
would
cure
himself
with
an
antiphlogistic
pomade
of
his
own
composition
,
and
he
gave
his
address
--
"
Monsieur
Homais
,
near
the
market
,
pretty
well
known
.
"
"
Now
,
"
said
Hivert
,
"
for
all
this
trouble
you
'll
give
us
your
performance
.
"
The
blind
man
sank
down
on
his
haunches
,
with
his
head
thrown
back
,
whilst
he
rolled
his
greenish
eyes
,
lolled
out
his
tongue
,
and
rubbed
his
stomach
with
both
hands
as
he
uttered
a
kind
of
hollow
yell
like
a
famished
dog
.
Emma
,
filled
with
disgust
,
threw
him
over
her
shoulder
a
five-franc
piece
.
It
was
all
her
fortune
.
It
seemed
to
her
very
fine
thus
to
throw
it
away
.
The
coach
had
gone
on
again
when
suddenly
Monsieur
Homais
leant
out
through
the
window
,
crying
--
