вЂњTears had been during my eyes, and I also knew that Madame Renard had been boiling with rage, for she continued nagging at me personally: ‘Oh, how horrid! Do not you notice you of your fish that he is robbing? Do you believe which you will get any such thing? Not a frog, absolutely absolutely nothing whatever. Why, my fingers are tingling, in order to consider it.’
вЂњBut I believed to myself: ‘Let us hold back until twelve o’clock. Then this poacher is certainly going to meal and I also shall get my destination once more. As I lunch on that spot every Sunday for me, Monsieur le President. We bring our conditions in Delila. But there! At noon the wretch produced a chicken in a magazine, and he actually caught another chub while he was eating!