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"
I
have
come
,
"
she
said
,
"
to
beg
you
,
sir
--
"
"
What
,
madame
?
I
am
listening
.
"
And
she
began
explaining
her
position
to
him
.
Monsieur
Guillaumin
knew
it
,
being
secretly
associated
with
the
linendraper
,
from
whom
he
always
got
capital
for
the
loans
on
mortgages
that
he
was
asked
to
make
.
So
he
knew
(
and
better
than
she
herself
)
the
long
story
of
the
bills
,
small
at
first
,
bearing
different
names
as
endorsers
,
made
out
at
long
dates
,
and
constantly
renewed
up
to
the
day
,
when
,
gathering
together
all
the
protested
bills
,
the
shopkeeper
had
bidden
his
friend
Vincart
take
in
his
own
name
all
the
necessary
proceedings
,
not
wishing
to
pass
for
a
tiger
with
his
fellow-citizens
.
She
mingled
her
story
with
recriminations
against
Lheureux
,
to
which
the
notary
replied
from
time
to
time
with
some
insignificant
word
.
Eating
his
cutlet
and
drinking
his
tea
,
he
buried
his
chin
in
his
sky-blue
cravat
,
into
which
were
thrust
two
diamond
pins
,
held
together
by
a
small
gold
chain
;
and
he
smiled
a
singular
smile
,
in
a
sugary
,
ambiguous
fashion
.
But
noticing
that
her
feet
were
damp
,
he
said
--
"
Do
get
closer
to
the
stove
;
put
your
feet
up
against
the
porcelain
.
"
She
was
afraid
of
dirtying
it
.
The
notary
replied
in
a
gallant
tone
--
"
Beautiful
things
spoil
nothing
.
"
Then
she
tried
to
move
him
,
and
,
growing
moved
herself
,
she
began
telling
him
about
the
poorness
of
her
home
,
her
worries
,
her
wants
.
He
could
understand
that
;
an
elegant
woman
!
and
,
without
leaving
off
eating
,
he
had
turned
completely
round
towards
her
,
so
that
his
knee
brushed
against
her
boot
,
whose
sole
curled
round
as
it
smoked
against
the
stove
.
