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Then, picking up the thread of his remarks, he added, "I used to walk with her everywhere  to the Tuileries, to the Palais Royal, on the Boulevards. It was impossible that she'd go on living with me. When she crossed the road in the morning without a hat in a really short skirt you'd have stopped to look at her. THEN PICKING UP THE THREAD OF HIS REMARKS HE ADDED I USED TO WALK WITH HER EVERYWHERE TO THE TUILERIES TO THE PALAIS ROYAL ON THE BOULEVARDS IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE THAT SHE'D GO ON LIVING WITH ME WHEN SHE CROSSED THE ROAD IN THE MORNING WITHOUT A HAT IN A REALLY SHORT SKIRT YOU'D HAVE STOPPED TO LOOK AT HER
. She'd sit down at her keyboard and accompany herself while singing. She had a voice like a nightingale. I'm sorry you never heard her. When I had some concert to go to, I'd take her with me. On the way I'd say to her, "Come on then, Madame, make them look up to you. Display your talent and your charm. Up with you. Knock them out." We'd arrive. She's sing. She'd rise to the occasion and knock them out. Alas, I lost her, the poor little thing. Apart from her talent, she had a small mouth, big enough to put your finger in, her teeth were a row of pears, her eyes, feet, skin, cheeks, breasts, limbs like a deer, thighs and buttocks all fit for a sculptor's model. Sooner or later, she'd have had the Farmer General. What a walk she had, what a rump! Oh God, what a rump! And there he was starting to imitate his wife's walk. He took little paces. He held his head high. He played with a fan. He wiggled his backside. It was the most agreeable and ridiculous caricature of our little prostitutes. CH I WOULDN'T REPAY SHE WAS AS HAPPY AS A LARK SHE'D SIT DOWN AT HER KEYBOARD AND ACCOMPANY HERSELF ALL SINGING SHE HAD A VOICE LIKE A NIGHTINGALE I'M SORRY YOU NEVER HEARD HER WHEN I HAD SOME CONCERT TO GO TO I'D TAKE HER WITH ME ON THE WAY I'D SAY TO HER COME ON THEN MADAM MAKE THEM LOOK UP TO YOU DISPLAY YOUR TALENT AND YOUR CHARM UP WITH YOU KNOCK THEM OUT WE'D ARRIVE SHE'D SING SHE'D RISE TO THE OCCASION AND KNOCK THEM OUT ALAS I LOST HER THE POOR LITTLE THING APART FROM HER TALENT SHE HAD A SMALL MOUTH BIG ENOUGH TO PUT YOUR FINGER IN HER TEETH WERE A ROW OF PAIRS HER EYES FEET SKIN CHEEKS BREASTS LIMBS LIKE A DEER THIGHS AND BUTTOCKS ALL FIT FOR A SCULPTOR'S MUDDLE SOONER OR LATER SHE'D HAVE HAD THE FARMER GENERAL WHAT A WALK SHE HAD WHAT A RUMP OH GOD WHAT A RUMP AND THERE HE WAS STARTING TO IMITATE HIS WIFE'S WALK HE TOOK LITTLE PACES HE HELD HIS HEAD HIGH HE PLAYED WITH A FAN HE WIGGLED HIS BACKSIDE IT WAS THE MOST AGREEABLE AND RIDICULOUS CARICATURE OF OUR LITTLE PROSTITUTES
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