But, nevertheless, Pericard's bright eyes lighted
up at sight of him.
He felt hastily once again in his ragged coat; there rested his one
centime. Nodding to Cecile and Maurice, and making signs that he
would return instantly, he rushed after the old Jew--tore his coat
from his back, and offered it for sale.
It was an old garment, greasy and much worn, but the lining was
still good, and, doubtless, it helped to keep Pericard warm. Intent,
however, now on the trick he meant to play, he felt no cold.
The old Jew salesman, who never _on principle_ rejected the
possible making of even a few sous, stopped to examine the shabby
article. In deliberation as to its age, etc., he contrived also to
feel the condition of its pockets. Instantly, as the boy hoped, he
perceived the little piece of money. His greedy old face lit up.
After thinking a moment, he offered one franc for the worthless
garment.
Pericard could not part with it for a franc. Then he offered two.
Pericard stuck out for three. He would give the greasy and ragged old
coat for three francs. The Jew felt the pocket again. It was a large
sum to risk for what in itself was not worth many sous; but, then, he
might not have such a chance again. Finally, he made up his mind, and
put three francs into Pericard's eager hand.
Instantly the old fellow pounced upon his hidden treasure. Behold! a
solitary--a miserable centime. His rage knew no bounds! He called it
an infamous robbery! He shouted to Pericard to take back his rags!
Whistling and laughing, the French boy exclaimed: "Pas si bete!" and
then returned to the children.
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