Out of the Past — page 65: what you’re looking at

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CHAPTER V. “So she set him adrift on a sea of doubt And never a word said she, Till a Hell-dame tried his troth to rout And the wind blows wide and free.” —Rhyme of the Second Mate. “Monsieur! Oh, monsieur!” cried Babette through the door one July morning, as she set the beaker of hot water down by the crack. “Come here just one little moment. I have something to say. Never mind your dressing- gown—lI’m not afraid and madame is coming. Mon Dieu, but you are slow.” Wrapping himself like a mummy Robert looked through the crevice. “Yes, Babette.” “TI know something you would give your eyes to know,” she whispered. “T do not doubt it. But why wake me up for that? is not worth while.” It “Oh, yes; I know. You men always want the best of everything every minute of the time. If you sleep, the world must be dumb. If you eat, Paris must roll up its (COLAMUCC 0)(0)(0) S (E@) > so — awe ee