'The devil take your pious notions!' growled Grandet. 'I am saying my prayers dear wait a little,' faltered the poor mother. " 'Madame Grandet, you have a lot of money somewhere, it seems,' said the vine - grower, walking into his wife's room. Grandet would give his wife a few francs now and then, for household money, but then he would take them back when someone came to the door with a bill, pretending that he had no money:
Charles's sobs, smothered though they were, rang through that house of echoes the sound seemed to come from under the earth, a heart-rending wail that grew fainter towards the end of the day, and only ceased as night Drew on." 'But that fellow is good for nothing,' went on Grandet 'he is so taken up with dead folk that he doesn't even think about the money.'Įugénie shuddered to hear the most sacred of sorrow spoken of in such a way from that moment she began to criticize her Father. Eugénie and her mother had hastily returned to their places, had dried their eyes, and were sewing with cold trembling fingers. " 'Let him alone till the first shower is over,' said Grandet, going back to the parlor. Grandet tells the boy the morning after his arrival: She was a good sort of woman, and a La Bertellierre to the backbone."Įugénie's cousin Charles, a spoiled, rich, petted boy comes from Paris to visit Eugénie' family, and with him comes a letter from Charles's father written to his brother, letting him know that by the time Grandet reads the letter, he will be dead of a self-inflicted gunshot, on the realization of bankruptcy. The few teeth that remained to her were dark and discolored there were deep lines fretted about her mouth, and her chin was something after the 'nut - cracker' pattern. She was a large - boned woman, with a large nose, large eyes, and a prominent forehead there seemed to be, at First sight, some dim suggestion of a resemblance between her and some shriveled, spongy, dried - up fruit. "Madame Grandet's face was thin and wrinkled and yellow as saffron she was awkward and slow in her movements, one of those beings who seemed born to be tyrannized over. There was a dangerous cunning about this face, although the man, indeed, was honest according to the letter of the law it was a selfish face there were but two things in the world for which its owner cared - the delights of hoarding wealth in the first place, and in the second, the only being who counted for anything in his estimation, his daughter Eugénie, his only child, who one day should inherit that wealth." "On his nose, which was broad and blunt at the tip, was a variegated wen gossip affirmed, not without some appearance of truth, that spite and rancor was the cause of this affection.
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