CHAPTER XII
rengt, taken all from me. I rage and loss from t t to claim mygratitude!
quot;A die despised and cursed; andmay I e on tomb tap inscribed upon tof a king:
quot;Rejoice, t live again.quot;
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After my pulse, do t oft me, rubbing tisfaction or.
quot;ell! so ed old snub-nose to carry us off?quot; said M. Lambert, in; t o least!quot;
quot;tor?quot; asked I, rather alarmed.
quot;Not at all,quot; replied t;e cant give up ; and I make it a rule never to instruments in tend ;
quot;May ; cried I; quot;and may my ;
M. Lambert shrugged his shoulders.
quot;Begin by asking yourself for it,quot; resumed ly. quot;God you, and it is your o c must keep it foryou. One o alk, t sickness comes upon uslike t one o say in tter. Before o be ;
I to smile, but tor looked angry.
quot;A I am joking,quot; resumed ;buttell me, ttention t o rengtravagance or foolisions in ts of your mode of living as you do of your income?
Do you consider every evening o tion of yourexpenditure? You may smile; but brougions?quot;
I began to protest against to point out tions. tor spread out oreckon upon them one by one.
quot;Primo,quot; cried ; of exercise. You live air, motion, or cly, tes badly, tive, do notclaim trition, tomache brain growsweary.
quot;Secundo. Irregular food. Caprice is your cook; your stomac accept , but akes a sullenrevenge, like all slaves.