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That stopped them in their tracks. For the front part of the medal was as good as the back. But, alas, I lost her. And my hopes for a fortune have all vanished with her. THAT STOPPED THEM IN THEIR TRACKS FOR THE FRONT PART OF THE METAL WAS AS GOOD AS THE BACK BUT ALAS I LOST HER AND MY HOPES FOR A FORTUNE HAVE ALL VANISHED WITH HER
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. 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. And you could've encircled her waist in your fingers without pinching her. The men who followed her, who watched her mincing along on her small feet and measured that large rump whose shape was outlined by her thin petticoats, walked more quickly. She'd let them come up. Then she'd turn around suddenly confronting them with her two large, black, shining eyes.  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 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 AND YOU COULD HAVE ENCIRCLED HER WAIST IN YOUR FINGERS WITHOUT PINCHING HER THE MEN WHO FOLLOWED HER WHO WATCHED HER MINCING ALONG ON HER SMALL FEET AND MEASURED THAT LARGE RUMP WHOSE SHAPE WAS OUTLINED BY HER THIN PETTICOATS WALKED MORE QUICKLY SHE'D LET THEM COME UP THEN SHE'D TURN AROUND SUDDENLY CONFRONTING THEM WITH HER TWO LARGE BLACK SHINING EYES
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