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Chapter 6

           Tofindoutmoreaboutitshequestionedthetax-collector.Binetansweredroughlythathe"wasn’tpaidbythepolice."

           Allthesame,hiscompanionseemedverystrangetohim,forLeonoftenthrewhimselfbackinhischair,andstretchingouthisarms.Complainedvaguelyoflife.

           "It’sbecauseyoudon’ttakeenoughrecreation,"saidthecollector.

           "Whatrecreation?"

           "IfIwereyouI’dhavealathe."

           "ButIdon’tknowhowtoturn,"answeredtheclerk.

           "Ah!that’strue,"saidtheother,rubbinghischinwithanairofmingledcontemptandsatisfaction.

           Leonwaswearyoflovingwithoutanyresult;moreoverhewasbeginningtofeelthatdepressioncausedbytherepetitionofthesamekindoflife,whennointerestinspiresandnohopesustainsit.HewassoboredwithYonvilleanditsinhabitants,thatthesightofcertainpersons,ofcertainhouses,irritatedhimbeyondendurance;andthechemist,goodfellowthoughhewas,wasbecomingabsolutelyunbearabletohim.Yettheprospectofanewconditionoflifefrightenedasmuchasitseducedhim.

           Thisapprehensionsoonchangedintoimpatience,andthenParisfromafarsoundeditsfanfareofmaskedballswiththelaughofgrisettes.Ashewastofinishreadingthere,whynotsetoutatonce?Whatpreventedhim?Andhebeganmakinghome-preparations;hearrangedhisoccupationsbeforehand.Hefurnishedinhisheadanapartment.

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