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Occasionally he sent news by some companion who returned to the village, for there were many of the peasants who were employed as stone-cutters in the city. "Mother Barberin," the man would say, "your husband is quite well, and he told me to tell you that he's still working, and to give you this money. Will you count it?" That was all.
But this little boy is not a dwarf, nor a monster, so you can't exhibit him: he's made the same as others, and he's no good for anything." "He's good for work." "He's not strong." "Not strong, him! Land's sakes! He's as strong as any man, look at his legs, they're that solid! Have you ever seen straighter legs than his?" Barberin pulled up my pants. "Too thin," said the old man.
Why had they given money to Barberin and to Greth and Galley?" Mattia could find no answer to my question and yet he would not be convinced. "I think we should both go back to France," he urged. "That's impossible." "Because it's your duty to keep with your family, eh? But is it your family?" These discussions only had one result, they made me more unhappy than I had ever been.
That night I dreamed that I had been taken to the Home. When I opened my eyes in the early morning I could scarcely believe that I was still there in my little bed. I felt the bed and pinched my arms to see if it were true. Ah, yes, I was still with Mother Barberin. She said nothing to me all the morning, and I began to think that they had given up the idea of sending me away.
"Poor Barberin," said the man as he dried the legs of his trousers, which were now quite stiff under the coating of mud, "he's got no luck, no luck! Some chaps would get a mint o' money out of an affair like this, but your man won't get nothing!"
I sat waiting, and it was an hour later when Barberin came out into the yard. He was alone. Had he come to fetch me to hand me over to Vitalis? "Come," he said, "back home." Home! Then I was not to leave Mother Barberin? I wanted to ask questions, but I was afraid, because he seemed in a very bad temper. We walked all the way home in silence.
I told my fears to Mother Barberin, but she said no, my family was looking for me. Then she told me that a gentleman came to the house who spoke with a foreign accent, and he asked Barberin what had become of the little baby that he had found many years ago in Paris. Barberin asked him what business that was of his. This answer was just like Barberin would give.
Shouldering my harp, I gave the signal: "Forward, march!" At the end of a quarter of an hour, we had left Paris behind. I left Paris by this route because I wanted to see Mother Barberin. How many times I had wanted to write to her and tell her that I thought of her, and that I loved her with all my heart, but the horrible fear of Barberin restrained me.
In a few words I told him that Barberin was dead and that there was now little hope that I could ever find my family. Then he gave me all the sympathy of which I was in need. He tried to console me and told me not to despair. He wished as sincerely as I that we could find my parents. We returned to the Hotel du Cantal.
If your family get tired of waiting to hear from Barberin they may come here and then they'll find you. What I say is for your own interest. What age is your friend?" "He is a little younger than I." "Just think! two boys on the streets of Paris! You could get into such a bad place; now this is real respectable on account of the locality."
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