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reeking with rum and tobacco, red as a
boiled lobster from head to foot; he was
less a man than a living erysipelas.
" Monster!" said M. Bernier, "you
ought to die of shame; you have debased yourself below the brutes. If you
still preserve the face of a man, you have
no longer the color of one. How have
you used the little fortune which we made
for you? You have grovelled in the lowest depths of debauchery. I found you
outside the fortifications of Paris, wallowing like a pig before the door of the dirtiest of taverns."
The Auvergnat raised his great eyes
toward the doctor, and said in his amiable
accent, embellished with an intonation
from the faubourgs:
"Well, what ob it; I'b been habing
a good time; thatsh no reashon for you
to talk nonshensh to me."
"What are you calling nonsense? I'm