Pelham — Volume 01 by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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page 82 of 87 (94%)
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All this, and infinitely more, was levelled against the miserable
professor, who stood shivering with cold and fright; and turning his eyes first upon one, and then on another, as the exclamations circulated round the room, "I do assure you," at length he began. "No, no," cried one, "it is of no use explaining now!" "Mais, Messieurs," querulously recommenced the unhappy Margot. "Hold your tongue," exclaimed Madame Laurent, "you have been disgracing my house." "Mais, Madame, ecoutez-moi--" "No, no," cried the German, "we saw you--we saw you." "Mais, Monsieur Le Comte--" "Fie, fie!" cried the Frenchman. "Mais, Monsisur Le Vicomte--" At this every mouth was opened, and the patience of Monsieur Margot being by this time exhausted, he flew into a violent rage; his tormentors pretended an equal indignation, and at length he fought his way out of the room, as fast as his shattered bones would allow him, followed by the whole body, screaming, and shouting, and scolding, and laughing after him. The next morning passed without my usual lesson from Monsieur Margot; that was natural enough: but when the next day, and the next, rolled on, and brought neither Monsieur Margot nor his excuse, I began to be uneasy for the poor man. Accordingly I sent to Madame Laurent's to inquire after |
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