The notary's nose;

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His concierge was a childless old man
named Emmanuel. On meeting him,
Francois bowed low and said:
" Monsieur, you have a daughter, Mlle.
Claire Emmanuel. I wanted to write you
to ask for her hand; but I thought it would
be better to make the request in person."
They realized that he was crazy, and
ran to the Faubourg St. Antoine to find
his Uncle Morlot.
Uncle Morlot was the most honest man
in the Rue de Charonne, which is one of
the longest streets in Paris. He made antique furniture with ordinary skill and extraordinary conscientiousness. It was not
his way to represent stained pear-wood as
ebony, or a cabinet of his own make as
a mediaeval piece! Nevertheless, he knew
as well as anybody the art of cracking new
wood and making it appear full of wormholes of which worms were entirely innocent, But it was his principle and his law