Mysteries of Paris, V3 by Eugène Sue
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animal resemblance still more striking; he had on his head an otter-skin
cap, and wore over his coat a blue cloak with a fur collar. He entered the hall, accompanied by a man of about thirty years of age, whose brown and sunburnt face seemed less degraded than those of the other prisoners, although he affected to appear as resolute as his companion; sometimes his face became clouded, and he smiled bitterly. The Cripple found himself, to use a vulgar expression, quite at home. He could hardly reply to the felicitations and welcomes which were addressed to him from all sides. "Here you are at last, my jolly bloke! So much the better; we shall have a laugh." "We wanted you, old son!" "You have stayed away a long time." "Yet I have done all I could to return to my friends. It is not my fault if they would not have me sooner." "Just so, my crummy mate; no one will come of his own accord to be caged; but once there, one must enjoy himself." "You are in luck, for Pique-Vinaigre is here." "He also? an old Melun chum! famous, famous, he will help us pass the time with his stories, and customers will not be wanting, for I announce some recruits." "Who then?" |
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