Conscience — Volume 1 by Hector Malot
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page 39 of 88 (44%)
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"You see, doctor, I must say what has been in my heart a long time. You are my countryman, and I esteem you too much not to speak. In taking your apartment and engaging your upholsterer, you did too much. You ruin yourself. Give up your apartment, and take the one opposite that costs less than half, and you will get on. You will not be obliged to leave this quarter. What will become of our neighbors if you leave us? You are a good doctor; everybody knows it and says so. And now, as for my bill, it is understood that I shall be paid first, shall I not?" "As soon as I have the money I will pay you." "It is a promise?" "I promise you." "Thank you very much." "If it could be to-morrow, it would suit me. I am not rich, you know, but I have always paid the gas-bill for your experiments." With the paper in his pocket, Saniel returned to Caffie, who was just going out, and to whom he gave it. "I will see about it this, evening," said the man of business. "Just now I am going to dinner. Do not worry. To-morrow I will do what is necessary. Good-evening. I am dying of hunger." But three days before, Saniel emptied his purse to soothe his upholsterer by an instalment as large as he was able to make it, keeping only five |
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