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They'd have to give way, as they did on the other side of Burgundy, where they sent a regiment. Bah! that regiment came back again, and the peasants cut the woods just as much as they ever did." "If we kill," said Vaudoyer; "it is better to kill one man; the question is, how to do it without danger and frighten those Arminacs so that they'll be driven out of the place."
The men to whom the Emperor gave titles make common cause with the old nobility. They all want to crush the people, re-establish their former rights and take our property from us. But we are Burgundians; we must resist, and drive those Arminacs back to Paris. Return to Blangy; you shall be agent for Monsieur Polissard, the wood-merchant, who is contractor for the forest of Ronquerolles.
"If Monsieur and Madame Michaud would only take me!" cried La Pechina, her eyes blazing. "Ask your grandfather Niseron; you have not given him up, poor dear man, and he'd be pleased to see you admired like a little queen. Why do you like those Arminacs the Michauds better than your grandfather and the Burgundians. It's bad to neglect your own people.
He's worse than the rest, heartless to poor folks, like Michaud himself." "Michaud has got a pretty wife, though," said Nicolas Tonsard. "She's with young," said the old woman; "and if this thing goes on there'll be a queer kind of baptism for the little one when she calves." "Oh! those Arminacs!" cried Marie Tonsard; "there's no laughing with them; and if you did, they'd threaten to arrest you."
"It'll be hard to have to come to that," said Courtecuisse, shaking his head. "I'd rather earn the money by shooting one of those Arminacs." "Well, I call it better for a girl to save a father than to wrap up her virtue and let it mildew," retorted the innkeeper. Tonsard felt a sharp tap on his shoulder, delivered by Pere Niseron. "That is not a right thing to say!" cried the old man.
"If I'm doomed to be a soldier I'd rather the sawdust of the basket sucked up my blood than have it dribbled out drop by drop in the battles. I'll deliver this country of at least one of those Arminacs that the devil has launched upon us." And he related what he called Michaud's plot against him, which Marie and Bonnebault had overheard.
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