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Nana. The Miller’s Daughter. Captain Burle. Death of Olivier Becaille

CHAPTER I
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He asked a question.
"And Nana, the new star who's going to play Venus, d'you know her ?" "There you are; you're beginning again!" cried Fauchery, casting up his arms.

"Ever since this morning people have been dreeing me with Nana.
I've met more than twenty people, and it's Nana here and Nana there! What do I know?
Am I acquainted with all the light ladies in Paris?
Nana is an invention of Bordenave's! It must be a fine one!" He calmed himself, but the emptiness of the house, the dim light of the luster, the churchlike sense of self-absorption which the place inspired, full as it was of whispering voices and the sound of doors banging--all these got on his nerves.
"No, by Jove," he said all of a sudden, "one's hair turns gray here.
I--I'm going out.

Perhaps we shall find Bordenave downstairs.

He'll give us information about things." Downstairs in the great marble-paved entrance hall, where the box office was, the public were beginning to show themselves.

Through the three open gates might have been observed, passing in, the ardent life of the boulevards, which were all astir and aflare under the fine April night.
The sound of carriage wheels kept stopping suddenly; carriage doors were noisily shut again, and people began entering in small groups, taking their stand before the ticket bureau and climbing the double flight of stairs at the end of the hall, up which the women loitered with swaying hips.


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