At Paris, as well as at Berlin, people no longer speak of anything but millions; there is no longer any talk of anything else, and everybody's mouth is full of millions.

From hearing so much said about it, I've acquired a curiosity to know what it is.

Go, fetch me out a million, and I'll give you quittance!" If you want to reach an approximate idea of the piercing cries which answered him, go to the _Jardin des Plantes_ at the breakfast hour of the birds of prey, and try to pull the meat out of their beaks.

Fougas stopped his ears and remained inexorable.

Prayers, arguments, misrepresentations, flatteries, cringings, glanced off from him like rain from a zinc roof.