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"Monsieur Pailletin, if you please, ood woman," replied Andrea

"A retired baker?" asked the fruiteress

"Exactly"

"He lives at the end of the yard, on the left, on the third story" Andrea went as she directed him, and on the third floor he found a hare's pahich, by the hasty ringing of the bell, it was evident he pulled with considerable ill-te in the door "Ah, you are punctual," said he, as he drew back the door

"Confound you and your punctuality!" said Andrea, throwing himself into a chair in ait at the head of his host

"Coht about you--look at the good breakfast we are going to have; nothing but what you are fond of" Andrea, indeed, inhaled the scent of sory as he was; it was that arlic peculiar to provincial kitchens of an inferior order, added to that of dried fish, and above all, the pungent smell of musk and cloves These odors escaped from two deep dishes which were covered and placed on a stove, and fro room Andrea saw also a tolerably clean table prepared for to bottles of wine sealed, the one with green, the other with yellow, a supply of brandy in a decanter, and a ed on an earthenware plate

"What do you think of it, ood! You know I used to be a faers? You were a the first who tasted any of my dishes, and I think you relished the a fresh supply of onions

"But," said Andrea, ill-temperedly, "by my faith, if it was only to breakfast with you, that you disturbed me, I wish the devil had taken you!"

"My boy," said Caderousse sententiously, "one can talk while eating And then, you ungrateful being, you are not pleased to see an old friend? I a, but it would have been difficult to say whether joy or the onions produced the greatest effect on the lachrylands of the old inn-keeper of the Pont-du-Gard "Hold your tongue, hypocrite," said Andrea; "you love me!"

"Yes, I do, or may the devil take me I know it is a weakness," said Caderousse, "but it overpowers me"