Chap.

 1        1|      the piece, swore that they’d begin at nine o’clock punctually.”~
 2        1|      who’s going to play Venus, d’you know her?”~“There you
 3        1|         Fauchery quietly. “What d’you want to be taken for,
 4        2|         Dear me! That’s true. I’d forgotten her. Show her
 5        2|      about the Rue de la Goutte–d’Or. Mme Lerat shook her
 6        2|        stuttered breathlessly:~“D’you suppose I’ve been having
 7        2|         company might wait: she’d go to them all in good time
 8        2|       all in good time when she’d finished. And as her aunt
 9        2|         see nobody, nobody! Who’d sent her such a blooming
10        3|     forgetting his pose. “Where d’you think we are?”~After
11        3|        to visit him at the Lion d’Or, where he had put up.
12        3|      swears she’s straight. She’d refuse, and yet I would
13        3|  compared notes about the table d’hote in the Rue des Martyrs,
14        3|        not civil of you.”~“What d’you mean?” he asked, turning
15        3|      remarked Vandeuvres.~“What d’you say? I went to her house?
16        4|  getting anywhere in time. If I’d taken him at his word I
17        4|      yawns the while.~“Now what d’you say, my lass,” asked
18        4|        a corpse! Well, and what d’you think? Why, it never
19        5|       vast tuft of plumes.~“Who d’you mean?” said Simonne,
20        5|        comic mouth of the man. “D’you answer to the name of
21        5|   appearance on the stage.~“How d’ye do?” said Fontan, shaking
22        5|         Yes, my little man, why d’you say that?” shouted Mignon,
23        5|     once natural and poignant.~“D’you go with the old boy?”
24        5|       hoarsely. “I thought they’d keep us back tonight! What
25        6|      Her head swam.~“You knew I’d come through the gardener
26        6|    breathless in front of her.~“D’you think Mamma recognized
27        6|      name?” asked Lucy.~“Madame d’Anglars.”~“Irma d’Anglars—
28        6|        Madame d’Anglars.”~“Irma d’Anglars—I knew her!” cried
29        6|       soon as look at him. Irma d’Anglars still in the land
30        7|         she halted afresh.~“Why d’you call him cuckold?”~“
31        7|         she said simply.~“What, d’you mean to say you didn’
32        7|       of the Rue de la Chaussee–d’Antin, he noticed a tower
33        7|   thousand francs!” she cried. “D’you think I’m begging alms?
34        7|       for they were paralyzed:~“D’you mean to say I’m acting
35        8|         paid? Why, look here, I’d rather die of hunger than
36        8|         ever going to strike me—d’ye see?—for I’d smash the
37        8|       strike me—d’ye see?—for I’d smash the man who laid a
38        8|       in the Rue de la Chaussee–d’Antin, and they ate it in
39        8|       another.~“What? It’s you! D’you live in our parts?”
40        8|       blooming coward! I wish I’d been there to see his ugly
41        8|       Laure’s. This was a table d’hote in the Rue des Martyrs,
42        8|      virtuous game! Oh yes, she’d get virtued! It was always
43        8|    short with a ‘Monsieur, what d’you take me for?’ You know
44        8|         have you done yet? What d’you want? Are you going
45        9|         had been telling them:~“D’you believe in the offers
46        9|         part of Geraldine, what d’you thing of it?” continued
47        9| Tardiveau must go up the stage. D’you hear, Fontan? You go
48        9|      quietly to Fauchery.~“What d’you mean, idiotic?” cried
49        9|   movement, just that, no more; d’ye see? And then you come
50        9|       it. I must have the part, d’you hear?”~And with that
51        9|     business or other! Oh, they’d be delighted if I were to
52        9|         to dust every day there’d be no end to it, you understand.
53        9|      spoil his wife’s career—he’d go to law about it! Bordenave,
54        9|   Things can’t go on like this; d’you understand?” Nana forgot
55       10|         were men here, but what d’you suppose I was doing
56       10|       and suppers at the Maison–d’Or or the Cafe Anglais,
57       10|         find Satin at the table d’hote in the Rue des Martyrs.
58       10|      you’re jolly stupid! What! D’you mean to say you’re going
59       10|        When they left the table d’hote she was blushing rosy–
60       10|    innocence. Before your wife, d’you understand?”~“That’s
61       10|      take me and them together, d’you understand?”~They took
62       10|         in the Rue de la Goutte–d’Or. She was determined not
63       10| champagne then!” she said. “Why d’you stand staring at me
64       10|      well. And you, my pet, why d’you always go mixing yourself
65       10|         in the Rue de la Goutte–d’Or, she began blackguarding
66       10|       overrule her.~“I wish it, d’you see? Send ‘em away or
67       10|          But I say, my darling, d’you believe it’s the same
68       10|      the vision of Chamont—Irma d’Anglars, the old harlot
69       11|         the by,” Nana resumed, “d’you know a little old man
70       11|         he wasn’t ready yet; he’d had the colic in April.
71       11|       races continued. The Prix d’Ispahan had just been run
72       11|        is getting into his box. D’you say it’s Monsieur de
73       11|        her by her golden color. D’you see her now? She’s blazing
74       12|          She continued:~“I say, d’you think I shall go to
75       12|    dealt him a fresh blow.~“And d’you want to know what’s
76       12|       that; it’s her house now. D’you remember when she did
77       12|     answer for it to me.’ What, d’you mean to say you didn’
78       12|         thought it a good one. “D’you see Nana coming in over
79       13|        My poor pet, you’re ill! D’you offer me your hand because
80       13|         a jolly fix! Look here, d’you want to know how matters
81       13|          quite over between us; d’you understand? And now
82       13|         then, look at yourself. D’ye think I love you for
83       13|      was greatly excited:~“Now, d’you know,” he said, “you
84       13|         a long time ago! And he’d have been a man worth twenty
85       13|      dear, no! I don’t want to! D’you think I’m built that
86       13|        only to do that, how you’d come rushing round! How
87       13|     come rushing round! How you’d fling yourself on the ground
88       13|       times over and more, if I’d consented. Well now, I refused
89       13|       and other foul acts! They’d have stolen, murdered, killed
90       14|        I, Gaga. Oh, if only you’d been through it all you