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“My inn is the only one in the district.”
“Then make way for us,” said Mont-Rognon, catching up Ali Pope by the girdle, and carrying him in at arm’s length into the kitchen. “We shall be able to converse better here!” Maragougnia entered last. He tried all the locks, in order to see whether the doors closed securely. He examined all the outlets, sounded the panels, and ordered his squire to bring him his arms.
“We want four beds,” said Porc-en-Truie.
“In the same room,” said Maragougnia, who had a horror of being solitary.
“First of all we want supper,” bellowed Mont-Rognon; “don’t let us forget the most important of our wants.”
“A modest supper,” suggested Maragougnia, who was afraid of the expense.