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But still, now talk it over. And she began beating about the bush; she had known nothing about it; it was a surprise. Whose fault is that? said Lheureux, bowing ironically. While Im slaving like a nigger, you go gallivanting about. Ah! no lecturing. It never does any harm, he replied. She turned coward; she implored him; she even pressed her pretty white and slender hand against the shopkeepers knee. There, thatll do! Anyoned think you wanted to seduce me! You are a wretch! she cried. Oh, oh! go it! go it! I will show you up. I shall tell my husband. All right! I too. Ill show your husband something. And Lheureux drew from his strong box the receipt for eighteen hundred francs that she had given him when Vincart had discounted the bills. Do you think, he added, that hell not understand your little theft, the poor dear man? She collapsed, more overcome than if felled by the blow of a pole-axe. He was walking up and down from the window to the bureau, repeating all the while Ah! Ill show him! Ill show him! Then he approached her, and in a soft voice said It isnt pleasant, I know; but, after all, no bones are broken, and, since that is the only way that is left for you paying back my money But where am I to get any? said Emma, wringing her hands. Bah! when one has friends like you! And he looked at her in so keen, so terrible a fashion, that she shuddered to her very heart. I promise you, she said, to sign Ive enough of your signatures. I will sell something. Get along! he said, shrugging his shoulders; youve not got anything. And he called through the peep-hole that looked down into the shop Annette, dont forget the three coupons of No. 14. The servant appeared. Emma understood, and asked how much money would be wanted to put a stop to the proceedings. |
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