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The Room of the Retired Baker.

           

           "MonsieurPailletin,ifyouplease,mygoodwoman,"repliedAndrea.

           "Aretiredbaker?"askedthefruiteress.

           "Exactly."

           "Helivesattheendoftheyard,ontheleft,onthethirdstory."Andreawentasshedirectedhim,andonthethirdfloorhefoundahare’spaw,which,bythehastyringingofthebell,itwasevidenthepulledwithconsiderableill-temper.AmomentafterCaderousse’sfaceappearedatthegratinginthedoor."Ah,youarepunctual,"saidhe,ashedrewbackthedoor.

           "Confoundyouandyourpunctuality!"saidAndrea,throwinghimselfintoachairinamannerwhichimpliedthathewouldratherhaveflungitattheheadofhishost.

           "Come,come,mylittlefellow,don’tbeangry.See,Ihavethoughtaboutyoulookatthegoodbreakfastwearegoingtohave;nothingbutwhatyouarefondof."Andrea,indeed,inhaledthescentofsomethingcookingwhichwasnotunwelcometohim,hungryashewas;itwasthatmixtureoffatandgarlicpeculiartoprovincialkitchensofaninferiororder,addedtothatofdriedfish,andaboveall,thepungentsmellofmuskandcloves.Theseodorsescapedfromtwodeepdisheswhichwerecoveredandplacedonastove,andfromacopperpanplacedinanoldironpot.

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