... of the great man of the drug trade, he of whom it was said by the envious tongues of the neighborhood of the Rue des Lombards, that the Revolution of... ...tairs,” said Mme. Cibot. In Paris, where walls have ears, where doors have tongues, and window bars have eyes, there are few things more dan- gerous t... ...ucke, see- ing that Pons was writhing under the bedclothes. “You hold your tongue too! You are a pair of old libertines. If you were ugly, it don’t ma... ...d tax a mechanician’s genius to discover any plan for stopping a portress’ tongue. “I know what you mean,” continued she. “But it does not kill you, m... ...orld.—Don’t talk of families to me! A family, as the old actor said of the tongue, is the best and the worst of all things. … Where are those relation... ...madame,” Fraisier said, when at last the red sluices of La Cibot’s torrent tongue were closed, “do you know that your principal enemy will be a man wh... ...hing for you unless you tighten a halter round their necks to loosen their tongues,” said she. “They are un- grateful. What do they not owe to Camusot...