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‘I will show you up. I shall tell my husband.’
‘All right! I too. I’ll show your husband something.’
And Lheureux drew from his strong box the receipt for
eighteen hundred francs that she had given him when Vin-
cart had discounted the bills.
‘Do you think,’ he added, ‘that he’ll not understand your
little theft, the poor dear man?’
She collapsed, more overcome than if felled by the
blow of a pole-axe. He was walking up and down from the
window to the bureau, repeating all the while—
‘Ah! I’ll show him! I’ll show him!’ Then he approached
her, and in a soft voice said—
‘It isn’t pleasant, I know; but, after all, no bones are bro-
ken, and, since that is the only way that is left for you paying
back my money—‘
‘But where am I to get any?’ said Emma, wringing her
hands.
‘Bah! when one has friends like you!’
And he looked at her in so keen, so terrible a fashion, that
she shuddered to her very heart.
‘I promise you,’ she said, ‘to sign—‘
‘I’ve enough of your signatures.’
‘I will sell something.’
‘Get along!’ he said, shrugging his shoulders; ‘you’ve not
got anything.’
And he called through the peep-hole that looked down
into the shop—
‘Annette, don’t forget the three coupons of No. 14.’
The servant appeared. Emma understood, and asked