Chap.

 1        3| wagered that I once saw her at Laure’s.”~“Eh, what? You go to
 2        3|       s.”~“Eh, what? You go to Laure’s?” murmured Fauchery with
 3        3|     Rue des Martyrs, where big Laure Piedefer ran a dinner at
 4        3|      little women used to kiss Laure on the lips! And as the
 5        4|        but he was sweet on big Laure. Now Mignon procured Laure
 6        4|     Laure. Now Mignon procured Laure for Jonquier and then came
 7        8|       persuaded her to dine at Laure’s. This was a table d’hote
 8        8|    street, the pair went up to Laure’s twenty minutes too early.
 9        8|       in the very saloon where Laure Piedefer was enthroned on
10        8|       bench behind a bar. This Laure was a lady of some fifty
11        8|      on the counter and kissed Laure on the mouth with tender
12        8|        and had been brought to Laure’s by some customer or other.
13        8|       and came and leaned upon Laure’s counter. Then both women
14        8|        whispered conversation. Laure had resumed her seat and
15        8|    sight of Satin, and leaving Laure, she ran up and behaved
16        8|     made up a party to come to Laure’s—whom, by the by, they
17        8|        the ladies chatted with Laure before passing into the
18        8|     throwing the six francs at Laure, whom at the moment she
19        8|    habits. So she went back to Laure’s and fed there when Fontan
20        8|   herself phrased it. The vast Laure, meltingly maternal as ever,
21       10|       had been so disgusted at Laure’s, now understood what it
22       10|      and had herself driven to Laure’s. It had occurred to her
23       10|   times, whenever she dined at Laure’s, she donned her diamonds
24       10|    over. On days such as these Laure, sleek and tight–laced as