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Corsican； with the bewildered and greedy appearance of a country cousin； having something to eat。
The boasting； clamorous race of election agents is the same everywhere； but these were unusually fiery； had a zeal even more impassioned and the vanity of turkey…cocks； all worked up to white heat。 The most insignificant recorder； inspector； mayor's secretary； village schoolmaster； spoke as if he had the whole country behind him； and the pockets of his threadbare black coat full of votes。 And it is a fact； in Corsican parishes （Jansoulet had seen it for himself） families are so old； have sprung from so little； have so many ramifications； that any poor fellow breaking stones on the road is able to claim relationship with the greatest personages of the island； and is thereby able to exert a serious influence。 These complications are aggravated still more by the national temperament； which is proud； secretive； scheming； and vindictive； so it follows that one has to be careful how one walks amid the network of threads stretching from one extremity of the people to the other。
The worst was that all these people were jealous of each other； detested each other； and quarrelled across the table about the election； exchanging black looks and grasping the handles of their knives at the least contradiction。 They spoke very loud and all at once； some in the hard； sonorous Genoese dialect； and others in the most comical French； all choking with suppressed oaths。 They threw in each other's teeth names of unknown villages； dates of local scandals； which suddenly revived between two fellow guests two centuries of family hatreds。 The Nabob was afraid of seeing his luncheons end tragically； and strove to calm all this violence and conciliate them with his large good…natured smile。 But Paganetti reassured him。 According to him； the vendetta； though still existing in Corsica； no longer employs the stiletto or the rifle except very rarely； and among the lowest classes。 The anonymous letter had taken their place。 Indeed； every day unsigned letters were received at the Place Vendome written in this style：
〃M。 Jansoulet； you are so generous that I cannot do less than point out to you that the Sieur Bornalinco （Ange…Marie） is a traitor； bought by your enemies。 I could say very differently about his cousin Bornalinco （Louis…Thomas）； who is devoted to the good cause； etc。〃
Or again：
〃M。 Jansoulet； I fear your chances of election will come to nothing； and are on a poor foundation for success if you continue to employ one named Castirla （Josue）； of the parish of Omessa。 His relative； Luciani； is the man you need。〃
Although he no longer read any of these missives； the poor candidate suffered from the disturbing effect of all these doubts and of all these unchained passions。 Caught in the gearing of those small intrigues； full of fears； mistrustful； curious； feverish； he felt in every aching nerve the truth of the Corsican proverb； 〃The greatest ill you can wish your enemy is an election in his house。〃
It may be imagined that the check…book and the three deep drawers in the mahogany cabinet were not spared by this hoard of devouring locusts which had fallen upon 〃Moussiou Jansoulet's〃 dwelling。 Nothing could be more comic than the haughty manner in which these good islanders effected their loans； briskly； and with an air of defiance。 At the same time it was not they who were the worstexcept for the boxes of cigars which sank in their pockets as though they all meant to open a 〃Civette〃 on their return to their own country。 For just as the very hot weather inflames and envenoms old sores； so the election had given an astonishing new growth to the pillaging already established in the house。 Money was demanded for advertising expenses； for Moessard's articles； which were sent to Corsica in bales of thousands of copies； with portraits； biographies； pamphletsall the printed clamour that it was possible to raise round a name。 And always the usual work of the suction…pumps went on； those pumps now fixed to this great reservoir of millions。 Here； the Bethlehem Society； a powerful machine working with regular； slow…recurring strokes； full of impetus； the Territorial Bank； a marvellous exhauster； indefatigable； with triple and quadruple rows of pumps； several thousand horse…power； the Schwalbach pump； the Bois l'Hery pump； and how many others as well？ Some enormous and noisy with screaming pistons； some quite dumb and discreet with clack…valves knowingly oiled； pumps with tiny valves； dear little pumps as fine as the sting of insects； and like them； leaving a poison in the place whence they have drawn life； all working together and bound to bring about if not a complete drought； at least a serious lowering of level。
Already evil rumours； vague as yet； were going the round of the Bourse。 Was this a move of the enemy？ For Jansoulet was waging a furious money war against Hemerlingue； trying to thwart all his financial operations； and was losing considerable sums at the game。 He had against him his own fury； his adversary's coolness； and the blunderings of Paganetti； who was his man of straw。 In any case his golden star was no longer in the ascendant。 Paul de Gery knew this through Joyeuse； who was now a stock…broker's accountant and well up in the doings on the Bourse。 What troubled him most； however； was the Nabob's singular agitation； his need of constant distraction which had succeeded his former splendid calm of strength and security； the loss； too； of his southern sobriety。 He kept himself in a continual state of excitement； drinking great glasses of /raki/ before his meals； laughing long； talking loud； like a rough sailor ashore。 You felt that here was a man overdoing himself to escape from some heavy care。 It showed； however； in the sudden contraction of all the muscles of his face； as some unhappy thought crossed his mind； or when he feverishly turned the pages of his little gilt…edged note…book。 The serious interview that Paul wanted so much Jansoulet would not give him at any price。 He spent his nights at the club； his mornings in bed； and from the moment he awoke his room was full of people who talked to him as he dressed； and to whom he replied； sponge in hand。 If； by a miracle； de Gery caught him alone for a second； he fled； stopping his words with a 〃Not now； not now； I beg of you。〃 In the end the young man had recourse to drastic measures。
One morning； towards five o'clock； when Jansoulet came home from his club； he found a letter on the table near his bed。 At first he took it to be one of the many anonymous denunciations he received daily。 It was indeed a denunciation； but it was signed and undisguised； and it breathed in every word the loyalty and the earnest youthfulness of him who wrote it。 De Gery pointed out very clearly all the infamies and all the double dealing which surrounded him。 With no beating about the bush he called the rogues by their names。 There was not one of the usual guests whom he did not suspect； not one who came with any other object than to steal and to lie。 From the top to the bottom of the house all was pillage and waste。 Bois l'Hery's horses were unsound； Schwalbach's gallery was a swindle； Moessard's articl