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Nana. The Miller’s Daughter. Captain Burle. Death of Olivier Becaille

CHAPTER XIV
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There are miasmatic exhalations then.
Ah, but I do regret this sudden ending; I should have been so glad to shake hands with her for the last time.
"What good would it do you now ?" said the journalist.
"Yes, what good ?" the two others repeated.
The crowd was still on the increase.

In the bright light thrown from shop-windows and beneath the wavering glare of the gas two living streams were distinguishable as they flowed along the pavement, innumerable hats apparently drifting on their surface.

At that hour the popular fever was gaining ground rapidly, and people were flinging themselves in the wake of the bands of men in blouses.

A constant forward movement seemed to sweep the roadway, and the cry kept recurring; obstinately, abruptly, there rang from thousands of throats: "A BERLIN! A BERLIN! A BERLIN!" The room on the fourth floor upstairs cost twelve francs a day, since Rose had wanted something decent and yet not luxurious, for sumptuousness is not necessary when one is suffering.

Hung with Louis XIII cretonne, which was adorned with a pattern of large flowers, the room was furnished with the mahogany commonly found in hotels.


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