listen, I am naturally much perturbed, and when
one is perturbed one will speak with rashness. Let
me go to my table and try to forget. Believe me, I
have the deepest respect. . . .9

Mere Melanie shook him and promptly forgave:
'GusasP she scolded, but not too unkindly.

So the little violinist with the hump on his back
fetched a bottle of the most potent wine in the cellar,
and this he uncorked with a flourish and a grin,
setting the wine before Eusebe. And presently Eusebe
forgot, as he slept to the sound of his own loud snores;
for habit is the only real solace of old age, and the
habit of la Tarasque was very consoling.

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