A Distinguished Provincial at Paris by Honoré de Balzac
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in this pass would slaughter his parent, just as a privateer will load
his guns with silver pieces taken out of the booty sooner than perish. Write a brilliant article, and you will make brilliant progress in Finot's estimation; for Finot has a lively sense of benefits to come, and that sort of gratitude is better than any kind of pledge, pawntickets always excepted, for they invariably represent something solid." "What kind of men can journalists be? Are you to sit down at a table and be witty to order?" "Just exactly as a lamp begins to burn when you apply a match--so long as there is any oil in it." Lousteau's hand was on the lock when du Bruel came in with the manager. "Permit me, monsieur, to take a message to Coralie; allow me to tell her that you will go home with her after supper, or my play will be ruined. The wretched girl does not know what she is doing or saying; she will cry when she ought to laugh and laugh when she ought to cry. She has been hissed once already. You can still save the piece, and, after all, pleasure is not a misfortune." "I am not accustomed to rivals, sir," Lucien answered. "Pray don't tell her that!" cried the manager. "Coralie is just the girl to fling Camusot overboard and ruin herself in good earnest. The proprietor of the _Golden Cocoon_, worthy man, allows her two thousand francs a month, and pays for all her dresses and _claqueurs_." |
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