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 1 II, 1  |             And what about Monsieur Binet? As the clock strikes six
 2 II, 1  | tax-collector.”~Six o’clock struck. Binet came in.~He wore a blue
 3 II, 1  |     necessary for laying the cloth, Binet remained silent in his place
 4 II, 2  |           cheese a tete-a-tete with Binet. It was therefore with delight
 5 II, 3  |           found no one but Monsieur Binet, already at table. The dinner
 6 II, 3  |            And what else was there? Binet, a few shopkeepers, two
 7 II, 4  |             the profile of Monsieur Binet bending over his lathe,
 8 II, 4  |           her wit; so much so, that Binet once roughly answered him—~“
 9 II, 5  |         yard-stick such as Monsieur Binet possessed for his own special
10 II, 5  |          that would have frightened Binet himself. Polite to obsequiousness,
11 II, 6  |       questioned the tax-collector. Binet answered roughly that he “
12 II, 8  |           corps of firemen, of whom Binet was captain. On that day
13 II, 8  |           hat was whipping lustily. Binet had only just time to shout, “
14 II, 8  |            time.~“Present!” shouted Binet.~“Halt!” shouted the colonel. “
15 II, 8  |       rested on their bayonets; and Binet, motionless, stood with
16 II, 8  |             and give some advice to Binet.~The pyrotechnic pieces
17 II, 8  |           to his friends. “Monsieur Binet has assured me that all
18 II, 10 |            red nose. It was Captain Binet lying in ambush for wild
19 II, 10 |           except in boats, Monsieur Binet, despite his respect for
20 II, 10 |              Good evening, Monsieur Binet,” she interrupted him, turning
21 II, 10 |            led only to La Huchette. Binet, then, would guess whence
22 II, 10 |         away from the counter, when Binet asked him for half an ounce
23 II, 10 |             oxalic acid, isn’t it?”~Binet explained that he wanted
24 II, 10 |         finger to the druggist.~But Binet, quite absorbed in looking
25 II, 11 |           it was like a conspiracy. Binet, who never interfered with
26 II, 13 |        strident modulations. It was Binet turning.~She leant against
27 II, 14 |             s complete restoration.~Binet was there; that is to say,
28 II, 14 |          for the people.~ “I,” said Binet, “once saw a piece called
29 III, 4 |       without the tax-gatherer; for Binet, tired of waiting for the “
30 III, 7 |            overlooking the whole of Binet’s room.~He was alone in
31 III, 7 |       wheels were turning, droning; Binet smiled, his chin lowered,
32 III, 7 |            against the walls, while Binet stroked his beard with satisfaction.~“
33 III, 7 |     advances?” said Madame Tuvache. Binet was scarlet to his very
34 III, 7 |        murmured, fancying she heard Binet’s lathe.~“What’s bothering
35 III, 8 |             ashes; then of Monsieur Binet, who sometimes experienced
36 III, 10|          also noticed that Monsieur Binet had not been present, and
37 III, 11|            in the Place was that in Binet’s window.~The voluptuousness