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`` I might help -- '' `` I do need you -- at eleven o'clock to-day , monsieur , '' said Birotteau , retiring . * * * * * This first result gave courage to the poor bankrupt , but not peace of mind . On the contrary , the thought of regaining his honor agitated his life inordinately ; he completely lost the natural color of his cheeks , his eyes grew sunken and dim , and his face hollow . When old acquaintances met him , in the morning at eight o'clock or in the evening at four , as he went to and from the Rue de l'Oratoire , wearing the surtout coat he wore at the time of his fall , and which he husbanded as a poor sub-lieutenant husbands his uniform , -- his hair entirely white , his face pale , his manner timid , -- some few would stop him in spite of himself ; for his eye was alert to avoid those he knew as he crept along beside the walls , like a thief . `` Your conduct is known , my friend , '' said one ; `` everybody regrets the sternness with which you treat yourself , also your wife and daughter . '' `` Take a little more time , '' said others ; `` the wounds of money do not kill . '' `` No , but the wounds of the soul do , '' the poor worn Cesar answered one day to his friend Matifat .