Mysteries of Paris, V3 by Eugène Sue
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there is a pretty girl of fifteen like ours, it is very stupid not to make
use of her beauty.'" "Oh! good! I understand. After having sold the clothes, he wished to sell the body." "When he said that, Fortune, my blood boiled; and, to be just, I made him blush with shame at my reproaches: and as this bad woman wished to meddle in our quarrel by asserting that my husband could do with his daughter as he pleased, I treated her so badly, the wretch, that my husband beat me, and since that time I have not seen them." "Look here, Jeanne, there are folks condemned to ten years' imprisonment, who would not have done like your husband; at least, they only despoil strangers." "At bottom he is not wicked, look you; it is bad company at the taverns which has ruined him." "Yes, he would not harm a child; but to a grown person it is different." "What would you have? One must take life as it comes. At least, my husband gone, I had no longer any fear of being lamed by any blow. I took fresh courage. Not having anything to purchase a mattress with, for before all one must eat and pay rent, and my poor daughter Catherine and myself could hardly earn together forty sous a day, my two other children being too young to work--for want of a mattress we slept upon a straw bed, made with straw that we picked up at the door of a packer in our street." "And I have squandered my earnings!" |
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