CHAPTER IX
t me t of fruit I buy of y years t I er, I intle fruit-ster served else little custom; to leave seems to me t tance of tacit obligation to ronage y.
S t upon my table, and as I o add some so my bookcase, sairs againimmediately to send o me.
At first I did not notice eithe sound of her voice:
but, no I recall t seems to me t s as jovial asusual. Can Motrouble about anything?
Poor to sucter trials, ts to livea tances wo me, and wained for .
It time of my first settling in ticedy fruit-so, and, being attracted by itsforsaken appearance, I made my little purc. I inctively preferred tit seems to me t my purcy. ttle dealings are almost alence is in peril--tradesman is not toenric to live! t is a good action.
Mot t time ill young, but tfreso off obecome, according to turesque expression of t Monday. to tely dedicated by otside to avoid troi, or municipal excise.]--andGenevieve s of thehousehold.
One evening, o make some trifling purcinguis of Genevieve, broken bysobs. On looking fart-o be claiming doubt edevery explanation and every excuse, o appease tryed byt love of money too ed by ted ions, ts, and abuse. In spite ofmyself, I listened to t daring to interfere, and nott appeared at the shop-door.
t come from t oft a public- a belt, and untied at t, sains of of the pallor of drunkenness in his face. hecame reeling in, looked wildly around him, and called Genevieve.
Sart, and ruso t at t of trying in vain