The notary's nose;

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who watched him maliciously out of the
corner of his eye.
Francois began by moving his chair:
M. Morlot budged no more than a tree.
Franqois walked about the room, making
his shoes creak on the inlaid floor: M.
Morlot began snoring. Then the crazy
man went to the writing table, found an
eraser, pushed it into a corner, fixed it
firmly by the handle and cut the cord
which bound his arms. He freed himself,
recovered the use of his hands, repressed
a cry of joy, and stealthily approached his
uncle. In two minutes M. Morlot was
firmly bound, but with so much delicacy
that his sleep was not even troubled.
FranCois admired his work, and picked
up the book which had slipped to the
floor. It was the last edition of the
Monomanie raissonnante. He took it into a
corner, and set to reading like a bookworm,
while he awaited the doctor's arrival.