The notary's nose;

THE NOTARY'S NOSE. I27
"Time it should!"
"Moshoo l'Ambert?"
"What?"
"If you only would be sho berry good
and get me a wooter-cashk to shet myshelf
up in the woorld again, I shwear to you I
would be a good fellow."
" Get out! You would sell it for
"drink."
" No, Moshoo l'Ambert, on the word of
an honesht man."
" On the word of a sot! "
"But you want me to die, then, ob
hunger and thirsht? A hundred fransch,
good Moshoo l'Ambert? "
" Not a centime; Providence has made
you miserably poor that you might restore
me my natural appearance. Drink water,
eat dry bread, go without the necessities
of life, die of hunger if you can; for at
such a price I should get back my natural
advantages and become myself again."