The notary's nose;

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"Sho," said he aloud, " my precautionsh
are uselesh. I hab been careful in lodging, feeding, and watching thish raschally
wooter-carrier, and he'sh alwaysh playing
me tricksh; and I shall alwaysh be hish
bictim without being able to accushe him
ob anything. Then why should I shpend
sho much money. Blessh me! Sho much
the better; I'll shave hish pension."
No sooner said than done. The next
day, Romagne, still half frightened out of
his wits, came to get his weekly stipend.
Singuet met him at the door, and told him
that there was nothing more there for him.
He philosophically shrugged his shoulders
like a man who, without having read the
epistles of Horace, instinctively practised
the " Ni adrmirari." Singuet, who
wished him well, asked him what he
was going to do. He answered that he
was going to look for work. It was just
as well; for this forced indolence had