The boss told me to bring a pal if I could." "No thanks," answered Bibi-the-Smoker; "I'm purging myself.

You should ask My-Boots.

He was looking for something yesterday.

Wait a minute.
My-Boots is most likely in there." And as they reached the bottom of the street they indeed caught sight of My-Boots inside Pere Colombe's.

In spite of the early hour l'Assommoir was flaring, the shutters down, the gas lighted.