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"Ah! how?" the miller answered, as he shrugged his shoulders and went indoors; "M. Benassis will tell you that." The officer went over a rough sort of bridge built up of boulders taken from the torrent bed, and soon reached the house that had been pointed out to him.
Before alighting, the officer looked round about him in several directions in search of a peasant who would take the carriage back to Benassis' house. It was impossible to drive to La Fosseuse's cottage, the pathway was too narrow.
The doctor called to his friend, and they went back along the foot-path. "Is that little peasant consumptive?" asked Genestas. "Mon Dieu! yes," answered Benassis. "Science cannot save him, unless Nature works a miracle. Our professors at the Ecole de Medecine in Paris often used to speak to us of the phenomenon which you have just witnessed.
A cloud had drifted across the sun, the landscape and the voice were both mute. Shadow, chillness, and silence had taken the place of the soft glory of the light, the warm breath of the breeze, and the child's singing. "What makes you disobey me?" asked Benassis. "I shall not bring you any more rice pudding nor snail broth! No more fresh dates and white bread for you!
You always manage to spoil the dinner for me whenever it ought to be particularly good. Everything is cooked to death by this time " "Oh! well, here we are," answered Benassis with a smile. The two horsemen dismounted, and went off to the salon, where the guests invited by the doctor were assembled.
Benassis' arrival interrupted the discourse of a tall, simply-dressed woman, with thin locks of hair, who held the dead man's hand in hers in a way that spoke eloquently. The dead master of the house had been arrayed in his best clothes, and now lay stretched out cold and stiff upon the bed.
Ah! we never want to see another winter like this last one, that is certain! I owe the miller seventy-five francs for flour. Luckily he is M. Benassis' miller. M. Benassis, ah! he is a friend to poor people. He has never asked for his due from anybody, and he will not begin with us. Besides, our cow has a calf, and that will set us a bit straighter."
"One can judge of everything else from the sight of this cowhouse," said Genestas; "without flattery, these are great results indeed!" "We have had some trouble to bring them about," Benassis answered; "but then, see what fine cattle they are!" "They are splendid beasts certainly; you had good reason to praise them to me," answered Genestas.
'I must be bled; bleed me! he cried, clutching my hand.... 'Adrien, he said again, 'burn this letter! He gave it to me, and I threw it on the fire. I called for Jacquotte and Nicolle. Jacquotte did not hear me, but Nicolle did, and came hurrying upstairs; he helped me to lay M. Benassis on my little bed.
"Well, my poor child, is your work going on nicely?" said Benassis, taking up the material intended for the shirts, and passing it through his fingers. La Fosseuse gave the doctor a timid and beseeching glance. "Do not scold me, sir," she entreated; "I have not touched them to-day, although they were ordered by you, and for people who need them very badly. But the weather has been so fine!
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