France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
"And all those pimps and those who have been chased out of the
clubs, expelled from universities, ruined at the stock exchange;
and foreigners coming from the devil knows where, whom one scandal
attracts to one place and another scandal draws off to another, and
those living outside the pale of the law and bourgeois esteem, who
claim to be the royalty of Paris, before whom everybody bows down--they
all swarm here, arrogant, free, disreputable!"
Juliette was listening, amused by the stories, attracted by this filth
and crime, flattered by this ignoble homage which she felt the glances
of these fools and criminals were paying her. But she preserved her
modest bearing, her maiden charm, all her graces, self-conscious and
inviting at one and the same time, for the sake of which, one day at
Lirat's, I earned damnation!
Faces grow more pallid now, features become drawn out. Fatigue swells
and colors the eyelids. One after another they leave the cabaret, tired
and worried. Do they know what the next day has in store for them, what
troubles await them, what disasters lie in ambush for them? Once in a
while the report of a pistol shot creates a void in the ranks of this
gang! Perhaps tomorrow will be their turn? Tomorrow! Perhaps it will be
my turn, too? Ah! Tomorrow! The ever present menace of tomorrow! And we
go home again, without saying a word to one another, sad and weary.
The boulevard was deserted. An immense silence was weighing heavily
over the city. Only the windows of the brothel houses were aglare, like
the eyes of some huge beasts crouching in the depth of night.
Without knowing exactly the state of my financial affairs, I felt that
ruin was ahead of me. I had paid out considerable sums of money, debts
were accumulating and, far from decreasing, Juliette's whims became
even more numerous and more expensive: money flowed like water from
her hands, like a fountain, in one continuous stream. "She evidently
thinks me richer than I am," I thought to myself, in an effort to
deceive myself. "I ought to warn her, perhaps show myself a little more
reserved in yielding to her desires." The truth was that I deliberately
dismissed from my mind every notion of this kind, that I dreaded the
probable consequences of such a challenge even more than the greatest
possible misfortune in the world.
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