{"product_id":"2940013374768","title":"OTHER PEOPLE'S MONEY","description":"PART I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThere is not, perhaps, in all Paris, a quieter street than the Rue\u003cbr\u003eSt. Gilles in the Marais, within a step of the Place Royale.  No\u003cbr\u003ecarriages there; never a crowd.  Hardly is the silence broken by\u003cbr\u003ethe regulation drums of the Minims Barracks near by, by the chimes\u003cbr\u003eof the Church of St. Louis, or by the joyous clamors of the pupils\u003cbr\u003eof the Massin School during the hours of recreation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAt night, long before ten o'clock, and when the Boulevard\u003cbr\u003eBeaumarchais is still full of life, activity, and noise, every thing\u003cbr\u003ebegins to close.  One by one the lights go out, and the great windows\u003cbr\u003ewith diminutive panes become dark.  And if, after midnight, some\u003cbr\u003ebelated citizen passes on his way home, he quickens his step, feeling\u003cbr\u003elonely and uneasy, and apprehensive of the reproaches of his\u003cbr\u003econcierge, who is likely to ask him whence he may be coming at so\u003cbr\u003elate an hour.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn such a street, every one knows each other: houses have no mystery;\u003cbr\u003efamilies, no secrets,--a small town, where idle curiosity has always\u003cbr\u003ea corner of the veil slyly raised, where gossip flourishes as rankly\u003cbr\u003eas the grass on the street.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThus on the afternoon of the 27th of April, 1872 (a Saturday), a fact\u003cbr\u003ewhich anywhere else might have passed unnoticed was attracting\u003cbr\u003eparticular attention.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA man some thirty years of age, wearing the working livery of\u003cbr\u003eservants of the upper class,--the long striped waistcoat with\u003cbr\u003esleeves, and the white linen apron,--was going from door to door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Who can the man be looking for?\" wondered the idle neighbors,\u003cbr\u003eclosely watching his evolutions.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was not looking for any one.  To such as he spoke to, he stated\u003cbr\u003ethat he had been sent by a cousin of his, an excellent cook, who,\u003cbr\u003ebefore taking a place in the neighborhood, was anxious to have all\u003cbr\u003epossible information on the subject of her prospective masters.  And\u003cbr\u003ethen, \"Do you know M. Vincent Favoral?\" he would ask.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eConcierges and shop-keepers knew no one better; for it was more than\u003cbr\u003ea quarter of a century before, that M. Vincent Favoral, the day after\u003cbr\u003ehis wedding, had come to settle in the Rue St. Gilles; and there\u003cbr\u003ehis two children were born,--his son M. Maxence, his daughter Mlle.\u003cbr\u003eGilberte.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145630728432,"sku":"2940013374768","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013374768_p0.jpg?v=1763580580","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013374768","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}