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nothing more! But when after supper I lie
down to sleep as usual, there ensues such a din
overhead that some of the plaster falls from the
ceiling on my head.
I go to the landlady and complain about the
other lodgers. She declares that she has heard
nothing, but, for the rest, is very polite, and
promises to turn out anyone who dares to disturb
me, for she is anxious to keep me in her
hotel, which is not prospering very well.
Without attaching much credit to the word of
a woman, I still believe she means to treat me
well in her own interests. None the less the
noises continue, and I come to the conclusion
that these ladies—stupid people!—want to make
me believe that there are “rapping spirits” in
the house. At the same time my companions
in the restaurant alter their behaviour towards
me, and a concealed hostility shows itself in
their envious looks and innuendoes. Weary of
the struggle, I bid farewell to the hotel and
restaurant, and depart, plundered to my last
shirt, leaving behind my books and other things.
On February 21, 1896, I entered the Hôtel Orfila.
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