Madame Chrysantheme — Volume 2 by Pierre Loti
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page 38 of 44 (86%)
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They at last reply that my honorable person shall not be molested, indeed, they ask for nothing better. Only, in order to subscribe to the laws of the country, I ought to have come here and given my name and that of the young person that--with whom-- "Oh! that is going too far! I came here for that purpose, contemptible creatures, not three weeks ago!" Then, taking up myself the civil register, and turning over the pages rapidly, I found my signature and beside it the little hieroglyphics drawn by Chrysantheme: "There, idiots, look at that!" Arrival of a very high functionary--a ridiculous little old fellow in a black coat, who from his office had been listening to the row: "What is the matter? What is it? What is this annoyance put upon the French officers?" I state my case politely to this personage, who can not make apologies and promises enough. The little agents prostrate themselves on all fours, sink into the earth; and we leave them, cold and dignified, without returning their bows. M. Sucre and Madame Prune may now make their minds easy; they will not be disturbed again. |
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