"None." "What have you eaten to-day?" "I have eaten nothing; I only drank a glass of my master's lemonade--that's all;" and Barrois turned towards Noirtier, who, immovably fixed in his arm-chair, was contemplating this terrible scene without allowing a word or a movement to escape him. "Where is this lemonade?" asked the doctor eagerly. "Down-stairs in the decanter." "Whereabouts downstairs?" "In the kitchen."
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