He came into the shop timidly, closing the door behind him with a small click. Ragueneau looked up from the poetry he was writing on a paper sack. "Sir--I'd like to borrow some flour. I'm a baker myself, but we have no money for supplies--I'll pay you as soon as I sell something--" Ragueneau sent him off with a basket of things. He simply wouldn't tell Lise.
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He came into the shop timidly, closing the door behind him with a small click. Ragueneau looked up from the poetry he was writing on a paper sack. "Sir--I'd like to borrow some flour. I'm a baker myself, but we have no money for supplies--I'll pay you as soon as I sell something--" Ragueneau sent him off with a basket of things. He simply wouldn't tell Lise.