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Poverty
Hisfriendasked:"Shallyouremainanylonger?Iamgoing;Ihavehadenough."
Georgesmurmured:"Yes,Iwillstayalittlelonger:itisnotlate."
Forestierarose:"Verywell,then,good-byeuntilto-morrow.Donotforget:17RueFontaineatseventhirty."
"Ishallnotforget.Thankyou."
ThefriendsshookhandsandthejournalistleftDuroytohisowndevices.
Forestieronceoutofsight,Duroyfeltfree,andagainhejoyouslytouchedthegoldpiecesinhispocket;thenrising,hemingledwiththecrowd.
Hesoondiscoveredtheblondeandthebrunette.Hewenttowardthem,butwhennearthemdarednotaddressthem.
Thebrunettecalledouttohim:"Haveyoufoundyourtongue?"
Hestammered:"Zounds!"toobashfultosayanotherword.Apauseensued,duringwhichthebrunettetookhisarmandtogethertheyleftthehall.
