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The first was your canonry, vacant these six months, which you regarded as promised to you by providence.
The second was the library of the late Abbé Chapeloud, two thousand volumes, left to you entire.
Mademoiselle GamardMonsieur le Curé. The soup is served at six, and the six is also served, if you follow me.
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Chapeloud was happy here, mademoiselle. I mean to be no less so.
The rooms are perfect. The library, the view of the close, the armchair by the fire.
I am a man of regular hours, mademoiselle, and of no consequence whatever.