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努力变聪明的耶耶
"Here they are, sir, here they are." Immediately there appeared a man with a white apron, carrying two "bocks", which he sat down foaming on the table, the spouts facing over the edge, on to the sandy floor. Des Barrets emptied his glass at a single draught and replaced it on the table. He next asked: "What is there new?" "I know of nothing new, worth mentioning, really," | stammered: "But nothing has grown old, for me; 1 am a commercial man." In an equable tone of voice, he said. "Indeed ... does that amuse you?"