"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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