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Poverty

           FinallyheturnedtowardtheMadeleineandfollowedthetideofpeople.

           Thelarge,well-patronizedcafestemptedDuroy,butwerehetodrinkonlytwoglassesofbeerinanevening,farewelltothemeagersupperthefollowingnight!Yethesaidtohimself:"IwilltakeaglassattheAmericain.ByJove,Iamthirsty."

           Heglancedatmenseatedatthetables,menwhocouldaffordtoslaketheirthirst,andhescowledatthem."Rascals!"hemuttered.Ifhecouldhavecaughtoneofthematacornerinthedarkhewouldhavechokedhimwithoutascruple!HerecalledthetwoyearsspentinAfrica,andthemannerinwhichhehadextortedmoneyfromtheArabs.Asmilehoveredabouthislipsattherecollectionofanescapadewhichhadcostthreementheirlives,aforaywhichhadgivenhistwocomradesandhimselfseventyfowls,twosheep,money,andsomethingtolaughaboutforsixmonths.Theculpritswereneverfound;indeed,theywerenotsoughtfor,theArabbeinglookeduponasthesoldier’sprey.

           ButinParisitwasdifferent;thereonecouldnotcommitsuchdeedswithimpunity.Heregrettedthathehadnotremainedwherehewas;buthehadhopedtoimprovehisconditionandforthatreasonhewasinParis!

           HepassedtheVaudevilleandstoppedattheCafeAmericain,debatingastowhetherheshouldtakethat"glass."Beforedeciding,heglancedataclock;itwasaquarterpastnine.

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