It was better than wine and music mingled.
"Twelve weeks next Thursday, and no sign of re-cession!" said one of two rapid walkers just in front of him.

Their talk was in the French of the province.
"Oh, re-cession!" exclaimed the other angrily.

"The cession is a reality.

That, at least, we have got to swallow.

Incredulity is dead." The first speaker's feelings could find expression only in profanity.
"The cession--we wash our hands of it!" He turned partly around upon his companion, as they hurried along, and gave his hands a vehement dry washing.