The Clique of Gold by Émile Gaboriau
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the poor girl? One would have fancied so; for he smiled bitterly, and
said,-- "Excellent hearts--pshaw!" Then, shrugging his shoulders, he added,-- "Luckily, I deal in all possible things. Wait a minute. I'll run down stairs, and I'll be back in a moment with all that is needed. After that, we shall see what can be done." The face of the concierge's wife was a picture. Never in her life had she been so much astonished. "They have changed Papa Ravinet, or I am mad." The fact is, that the man was not exactly considered a benevolent and generous mortal. They told stories of him that would have made Harpagon envious, and touched the heart of a constable. Nevertheless, he re-appeared soon after, almost succumbing under the weight of two excellent mattresses; and, when he came back a second time, he brought much more than he had mentioned. Miss Henrietta was breathing more freely, but her face was still painfully rigid. Life had come back before the mind had recovered; and it was evident that she was utterly unconscious of her situation, and of what was going on around her. This troubled the two ladies not a little, although they felt very much relieved, and disposed to do everything, now that they were no longer expected to open their purses. |
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