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_ ' `` From that moment the Count left me free to act . ``` I have been paid a hundred francs for the flowers and caps I made this week ! ' Honorine exclaimed gleefully one Saturday evening when I went to visit her in the little sitting-room on the ground floor , which the unavowed proprietor had had regilt . `` It was ten o'clock . The twilight of July and a glorious moon lent us their misty light . Gusts of mingled perfumes soothed the soul ; the Countess was clinking in her hand the five gold pieces given to her by a supposititious dealer in fashionable frippery , another of Octave 's accomplices found for him by a judge , M. Popinot . ``` I earn my living by amusing myself , ' said she ; ` I am free , when men , armed with their laws , have tried to make us slaves .