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Chapter 7

           Eatinghiscutletanddrinkinghistea,heburiedhischininhissky-bluecravat,intowhichwerethrusttwodiamondpins,heldtogetherbyasmallgoldchain;andhesmiledasingularsmile,inasugary,ambiguousfashion.Butnoticingthatherfeetweredamp,hesaid

           "Dogetclosertothestove;putyourfeetupagainsttheporcelain."

           Shewasafraidofdirtyingit.Thenotaryrepliedinagallanttone

           "Beautifulthingsspoilnothing."

           Thenshetriedtomovehim,and,growingmovedherself,shebegantellinghimaboutthepoornessofherhome,herworries,herwants.Hecouldunderstandthat;anelegantwoman!and,withoutleavingoffeating,hehadturnedcompletelyroundtowardsher,sothathiskneebrushedagainstherboot,whosesolecurledroundasitsmokedagainstthestove.

           Butwhensheaskedforathousandsous,heclosedhislips,anddeclaredhewasverysorryhehadnothadthemanagementofherfortunebefore,fortherewerehundredsofwaysveryconvenient,evenforalady,ofturninghermoneytoaccount.Theymight,eitherintheturf-peatsofGrumesnilorbuilding-groundatHavre,almostwithoutrisk,haveventuredonsomeexcellentspeculations;andheletherconsumeherselfwithrageatthethoughtofthefabuloussumsthatshewouldcertainlyhavemade.

           "Howwasit,"hewenton,"thatyoudidn’tcometome?"

           "Ihardlyknow,"shesaid.

           "Why,hey?DidIfrightenyousomuch?ItisI,onthecontrary,whooughttocomplain.Wehardlyknowoneanother;yetIamverydevotedtoyou.

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