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an odd number, without reckoning that the fifth is of a ridiculous shape.”

And breaking the chair against the wall, he threw the fragments into the fireplace. The fire suddenly burst forth again in a bright and merry flame, then making a sign to Colline and Schaunard, the poet took them off with him.

“Where are you going?” asked Marcel.

“To buy some tobacco,” they replied.

“At Havana,” added Schaunard, with a sign of intelligence to Marcel, who thanked him with a look.

“Why did you not come sooner?” he asked Musette when they were alone together.

“It is true, I am rather behindhand.”

“Five days to cross the Pont Neuf. You must have gone round by the Pyrenees”

Musette bowed her head and was silent.

“Ah, naughty girl,” said the artist, sadly, tapping his hand lightly on his mistress’s breast, “what have you got inside here?”

“You know very well,” she retorted quickly.

“But what have you been doing since I wrote to you?”

“Do not question me,” said Musette, kissing him several times. “Do not ask me anything, but let me warm myself beside you. You see I put on my best dress to come. Poor Maurice, he could not understand it when I set off to come here, but it was stronger than myself, so I started. The fire is nice,” she added, holding out her little hand to the flames, “I will stay with you till to-morrow if you like.”

“It will be very cold here,” said Marcel, “and we have nothing for dinner. You have come too late,” he repeated.

“Ah! bah!” said Musette; “it will be all the more like old times.”

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