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I took a fifty-franc note from my pocket, put it in the envelope, sealed it, and handed it to the patronne.

Dr. Bertholet, the querulous specialist in measuring skulls, suddenly began to smile when he caught sight of Madame—a fat bourgeoise in black silk, who looked like la patronne of a café.

So I spoke to the pleasant young woman and inquired if the old patronne were still living.

The old patronne went on undressing the little girls, getting them hurriedly into bed and telling them to be quiet.

By the open door hoof-marks in the trampled earth showed that the patronne's mule had been carrying away wood that morning.