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banker's iniquitous conduct； but while they heaped execrations on the millionaire； Victorine's words were as gentle as the moan of the wounded dove； and affection found expression even in the cry drawn from her by pain。
Eugene de Rastignac was a thoroughly southern type； he had a fair complexion； blue eyes； black hair。 In his figure； manner； and his whole bearing it was easy to see that he had either come of a noble family； or that； from his earliest childhood； he had been gently bred。 If he was careful of his wardrobe； only taking last year's clothes into daily wear； still upon occasion he could issue forth as a young man of fashion。 Ordinarily he wore a shabby coat and waistcoat； the limp black cravat； untidily knotted； that students affect； trousers that matched the rest of his costume； and boots that had been resoled。
Vautrin （the man of forty with the dyed whiskers） marked a transition stage between these two young people and the others。 He was the kind of man that calls forth the remark： 〃He looks a jovial sort！〃 He had broad shoulders； a well…developed chest； muscular arms； and strong square…fisted hands； the joints of his fingers were covered with tufts of fiery red hair。 His face was furrowed by premature wrinkles； there was a certain hardness about it in spite of his bland and insinuating manner。 His bass voice was by no means unpleasant； and was in keeping with his boisterous laughter。 He was always obliging； always in good spirits； if anything went wrong with one of the locks； he would soon unscrew it； take it to pieces； file it； oil and clean and set it in order； and put it back in its place again； 〃I am an old hand at it；〃 he used to say。 Not only so； he knew all about ships； the sea； France； foreign countries； men； business； law； great houses and prisons；there was nothing that he did not know。 If any one complained rather more than usual； he would offer his services at once。 He had several times lent money to Mme。 Vauquer； or to the boarders； but； somehow； those whom he obliged felt that they would sooner face death than fail to repay him； a certain resolute look； sometimes seen on his face； inspired fear of him； for all his appearance of easy good…nature。 In the way he spat there was an imperturbable coolness which seemed to indicate that this was a man who would not stick at a crime to extricate himself from a false position。 His eyes； like those of a pitiless judge； seemed to go to the very bottom of all questions； to read all natures； all feelings and thoughts。 His habit of life was very regular； he usually went out after breakfast； returning in time for dinner； and disappeared for the rest of the evening； letting himself in about midnight with a latch key； a privilege that Mme。 Vauquer accorded to no other boarder。 But then he was on very good terms with the widow； he used to call her 〃mamma；〃 and put his arm round her waist； a piece of flattery perhaps not appreciated to the full！ The worthy woman might imagine this to be an easy feat； but； as a matter of fact； no arm but Vautrin's was long enough to encircle her。
It was a characteristic trait of his generously to pay fifteen francs a month for the cup of coffee with a dash of brandy in it； which he took after dinner。 Less superficial observers than young men engulfed by the whirlpool of Parisian life； or old men； who took no interest in anything that did not directly concern them； would not have stopped short at the vaguely unsatisfactory impression that Vautrin made upon them。 He knew or guessed the concerns of every one about him； but none of them had been able to penetrate his thoughts； or to discover his occupation。 He had deliberately made his apparent good…nature； his unfailing readiness to oblige； and his high spirits into a barrier between himself and the rest of them； but not seldom he gave glimpses of appalling depths of character。 He seemed to delight in scourging the upper classes of society with the lash of his tongue； to take pleasure in convicting it of inconsistency； in mocking at law and order with some grim jest worthy of Juvenal； as if some grudge against the social system rankled in him； as if there were some mystery carefully hidden away in his life。
Mlle。 Taillefer felt attracted； perhaps unconsciously； by the strength of the one man； and the good looks of the other； her stolen glances and secret thoughts were divided between them； but neither of them seemed to take any notice of her； although some day a chance might alter her position； and she would be a wealthy heiress。 For that matter； there was not a soul in the house who took any trouble to investigate the various chronicles of misfortunes； real or imaginary； related by the rest。 Each one regarded the others with indifference； tempered by suspicion； it was a natural result of their relative positions。 Practical assistance not one could give； this they all knew； and they had long since exhausted their stock of condolence over previous discussions of their grievances。 They were in something the same position as an elderly couple who have nothing left to say to each other。 The routine of existence kept them in contact； but they were parts of a mechanism which wanted oil。 There was not one of them but would have passed a blind man begging in the street； not one that felt moved to pity by a tale of misfortune； not one who did not see in death the solution of the all… absorbing problem of misery which left them cold to the most terrible anguish in others。
The happiest of these hapless beings was certainly Mme。 Vauquer； who reigned supreme over this hospital supported by voluntary contributions。 For her； the little garden； which silence； and cold； and rain； and drought combined to make as dreary as an Asian steppe； was a pleasant shaded nook； the gaunt yellow house； the musty odors of a back shop had charms for her； and for her alone。 Those cells belonged to her。 She fed those convicts condemned to penal servitude for life； and her authority was recognized among them。 Where else in Paris would they have found wholesome food in sufficient quantity at the prices she charged them； and rooms which they were at liberty to make； if not exactly elegant or comfortable； at any rate clean and healthy？ If she had committed some flagrant act of injustice； the victim would have borne it in silence。
Such a gathering contained； as might have been expected； the elements out of which a complete society might be constructed。 And； as in a school； as in the world itself； there was among the eighteen men and women who met round the dinner table a poor creature； despised by all the others； condemned to be the butt of all their jokes。 At the beginning of Eugene de Rastignac's second twelvemonth； this figure suddenly started out into bold relief against the background of human forms and faces among which the law student was yet to live for another two years to come。 This laughing…stock was the retired vermicelli…merchant； Father Goriot； upon whose face a painter； like the historian； would have concentrated all the light in his picture。
How had it come about that the boarders regarded him with a half… malignant contempt？ Why did they subject the oldest among their number to a kind of persecution； in which there was mingled some pity； but no respect for his misfortunes？ Had he brought it on himself by some eccentricity or absurdity； which is less easily forgiven or forgotten than more serious defects？ The question strikes at the root of many a social injustice。 Perhaps it is only human nature to inflict suffering on anything that will endure suffering； whether by reason of its genuine humility； or indifference； or sheer helplessness。 Do we not； one and all； like to feel our strength even at the expense of some one or of something？ The poorest sample of humanity； the street arab； will pull the bell handle at every street door in bitter weather； and scramble up to write his name on the unsullied marble of a monument。
In the year 1813； at the age of sixty…nine or thereabouts； 〃Father Goriot〃 had sold his business and retiredto Mme。 Vauquer's boarding house。 When he first came there he had taken the rooms now occupied by Mme。 Couture； he had paid twelve hundred francs a year like a man to whom five louis more or less was a mere trifle。 For him Mme。 Vauquer had made various improvements in the three rooms destined for his use； in consideration of a certain sum paid in advance； so it was said； for the miserable furniture； that is to say； for some yellow cotton curtains； a few chairs of stained wood covered with Utrecht velvet； several wretched colored prints in frames； and wall papers that a little suburban tavern would have disdained。 Possibly it was the careless generosity with which Father Goriot allowed himself to be overreached at this period of his life （they called him Monsieur Goriot very respectfully then） that gave Mme。 Vauquer the meanest opinion of his business abilities； she looked on him as an imbecile where money was concerned。
Goriot had brought with him a considerable wardrobe； the gorgeous outfit of a retired tradesman who denies himself nothing。 Mme。 Vauquer's astonished eyes beheld no less than eighteen cambric… fronted shirts； the splendor of their fineness being enhanced by a pai