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Simon was confused by the truth of this reasoning; nevertheless he retorted: "He is my papa all the same." "That can very well be," exclaimed the urchin with a sneer, "but that is not being your papa altogether." La Blanchotte's little one bowed his head and went off dreaming in the direction of the forge belonging to old Loizon, where Philip worked. This forge was entombed in trees.

The sky was full of stars as he knocked at La Blanchotte's door. He had on his Sunday blouse, a clean shirt, and his beard was trimmed. The young woman showed herself upon the threshold, and said in a grieved tone: "It is ill to come thus when night has fallen, Mr. Philip." He wished to answer, but stammered and stood confused before her.

La Blanchotte's little one bowed his head and went off dreaming in the direction of the forge belonging to old Loizon, where Phillip worked. This forge was as though entombed in trees. It was very dark there, the red glare of a formidable furnace alone lit up with great flashes five blacksmiths, who hammered upon their anvils with a terrible din.

During three months, the tall workman, Philip, frequently passed by La Blanchotte's house, and sometimes he made bold to speak to her when he saw her sewing near the window. She answered him civilly, always sedately, never joking with him, nor permitting him to enter her house.

And they did not care for him; so it was with a certain delight, mingled with considerable astonishment, that they met and repeated to each other what had been said by a lad of fourteen or fifteen who appeared to know all about it, so sagaciously did he wink. "You know Simon well, he has no papa." Just then La Blanchotte's son appeared in the doorway of the school.

The sky was full of stars as he knocked at La Blanchotte's door. He had on his Sunday blouse, a clean shirt, and his beard was trimmed. The young woman showed herself upon the threshold, and said in a grieved tone: "It is ill to come thus when night has fallen, Mr. Philip." He wished to answer, but stammered and stood confused before her.

The sky was full of stars as he knocked at La Blanchotte's door. He had his Sunday blouse on, a fresh shirt, and his beard was trimmed. The young woman showed herself upon the threshold and said in a grieved tone: "It is ill to come thus when night has fallen, Mr. Philip." He wished to answer, but stammered and stood confused before her.

During three months, the tall workman, Phillip, frequently passed by the Blanchotte's house, and sometimes he made bold to speak to her when he saw her sewing near the window. She answered him civilly, always sedately, never joking with him, nor permitting him to enter her house.

So they loved him but little; and it was with a certain delight, mingled with astonishment that they gathered in groups this morning, repeating to each other this sentence, concocted by a lad of fourteen or fifteen who appeared to know all about it, so sagaciously did he wink: "You know Simon well, he has no papa." La Blanchotte's son appeared in his turn upon the threshold of the school.

La Blanchotte's son appeared in his turn upon the threshold of the school. He was seven or eight years old. He was rather pale, very neat, with a timid and almost awkward manner.

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