The pork cutlets were burned. Oh

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meanM. Briquet?
Nothingbut that I set out on a journeyand that I have come to make you my
adieux; sogood-by.
You shall not leave me thus.
I must.
A friend!
In grandeur one has no friends.
Chicot!
I am no longer Chicot; you reproached me with my false position just now.
But you must not go without eating; it is not wholesome.
Oh pausing only to swat her
sniggering son! you live too badly here.
Badlyhere!
murmured the priorin astonishment.
I think so.
You had to complain of your last dinner here?
I should think so.
Diable! and of what?
The pork cutlets were burned.
Oh!
The stuffed ears did not crack under your teeth.
Ah [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
The capon was soft.
Good heavens!
The soup was greasy.
Misericorde [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
And then you have no time to give me.
I!
You said sodid you not? It only remains for you to become a liar.
Oh [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! I can put off my business: it was only a lady who asks me to see her.
See herthen.
Nono! dear M. Chicotalthough she has sent me a hundred bottles of Sicilian
wine.
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I will not receive heralthough she is probably some great lady. I will receive only
you.
You will do this?
To breakfast with youdear M. Chicot��to repair my wrongs toward you.
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