The civilised man of to-day, even among the lower classes —for instance, the French workman—spends ten sous on dinner, five sous on his wine, and five or ten sous on woman, and devotes his brain and nerves entirely to his work. But Zinaida Fyodorovna assigns to love not so many sous, but her whole soul. I might give her a talking to, but she would raise a wail in answer, and declare in all sincerity that I had ruined her, that she had nothing left to live for."
Anton Chekhov. The Lady with the Dog and Other Stories
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One morning old Rouault brought Charles the money for setting his leg— seventy-five francs in forty-sou pieces, and a turkey.
Gustave Flaubert. Madame Bovary
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"How much did the other mug get?" the saloon-keeper demanded.
"A hundred," was the reply. "Wouldn't take a sou less, so help me."