But since Choulette interests you, listen to his latest adventure.

Paul Vence related it to me.

I understand it better in this street, where there are shirts and flowerpots at the windows.
"This winter, one night when it was raining, Choulette went into a public-house in a street the name of which I have forgotten, but which must resemble this one, and met there an unfortunate girl whom the waiters would not have noticed, and whom he liked for her humility.

Her name was Maria.

The name was not hers.