The notary's nose;

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my fate. If there were some drug, some
mysterious substance whose virtue restores
noses to people who have lost them, I
must buy it for its weight in gold. I
would send and have it searched for, even
to the ends of the earth. Yes, I would fit
out a vessel, if it were absolutely necessary-but there's nothing. What's the
use of my being rich? What's the use of
your being an illustrious operator, since
all your skill and all my sacrifices end
in this stupid failure. Riches! Science!
Empty words!"
M. Bernier reiterated to him from
time to time, with imperturbable calmness:
" Let me cut a little slice out of your
arm, and I will restore your nose."
One moment M. l'Ambert seemed to
be decided. He took off his coat and
rolled up his shirt-sleeves; but when he
saw the surgeon's case open, when the
polished instruments of torture glistened
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