CHAPTER II
n aken up s of ed pleasure, Pierre ead of remonstrating ion must bring upon the sick man.
At t going, stopped amped . quot;Am I to spend my Carnival in ing er forfootbat;
quot;You must not leave your comrade to die ; I replied.
quot;Let o tal, t;
quot;;
Pierre seemed to make up his mind.
quot;ell, Im going to take ; resumed ;besides, I s rid of up, comrade!quot; taken off oo o t listen: up, and ed o ter, who ran for a hackney carriage.
I sa into it, almost fainting, ienterman; and t off, one pero die, to dine atCourtville Gardens!
Six oclock.--I o knock at my neigter, finis last, and directedto oine tefully, and made me sitdown.
It time I o ttic of teur.
Curtains stained ove, a bedof stra t number of prints in a ings frames turned against the wall.
At t I came in, ts of bread, leashamed.
quot;to tempt you in my supper, neig; said h asmile.
I replied t at least I t it a very pheCarnival.
M. Antoine s on again h his supper.
quot;Every one keeps ; resumed o dip a crust into ;ts ofepicures, and not all feasts are meant to regale te; t;
I looked involuntarily round me, as if to seek for two him for such a supper.
it doubt ood me; for up sloerial air of a man confident in o do, ure frames, dreing, over under t of the lamp.
It represented a fine-looking old man, seated at table er, and o t of musicians sig, t to be asplendid copy of Jordaens.
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