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Updated: September 16, 2025
They burst into applause even before the end. "Now, Pere Bru, it's your turn!" said mother Coupeau. "Sing your song. The old ones are the best any day!" And everybody turned towards the old man, pressing him and encouraging him. He, in a state of torpor, with his immovable mask of tanned skin, looked at them without appearing to understand. They asked him if he knew the "Five Vowels."
And smoking like the funnel of a steamship! And I can't afford myself so much as a piece of tape! It's brutal, Mr. Caudle. It's ve-ve-ve ry bru tal." "And here," says Caudle "Here, thank Heaven! at last she fell asleep." "Fie, Mr. Caudle, I knew it would come to this. I said it would, when you joined those precious Skylarks.
The custom of request you have discharged: The people do admit you; and are summon'd To meet anon, upon your approbation. Cor. Where? At the senate-house? Sic. There Coriolanus. Cor. May I change these garments? Sic. You may, Sir. Cor. That I'll straight do, and knowing myself again, Repair to the senate house. Men. I'll keep you company. Will you along. Bru. We stay here for the people. Sic.
And the three dogs rushed up to her, licked her hands and frisked about as they followed her, while she called to the shepherd from the distance: "You see, Bru, they are not at all jealous!" And then, with a short and evil laugh, she added: "They are my property now." Why did I enter, on this particular evening, a certain beer shop? I cannot explain it. It was bitterly cold.
For Bru, it appeared, knew spells which would blight the corn, give the sheep foot rot, the cattle the rinder pest, make cows die in calving, and set fire to the ricks and stacks.
It would have been the same as wishing to have the sole right of baking their bread in the common oven, in which the whole village baked. But there was one man who formed the exception, and that was Bru, the shepherd.
"Just then Monsieur Bru, the grocer of Poissy, who is fond of gudgeon fishing, passed in a boat and called out to me: 'So somebody has taken your usual place, Monsieur Renard? And I replied : 'Yes, Monsieur Bru, there are some people in this world who do not know the rules of common politeness. "The little man in linen pretended not to hear, nor his fat lump of a wife, either."
No, don't wish you still had your children." Pere Bru shook his head. "I can't get work anywhere," murmured he. "I'm too old. When I enter a workshop the young fellows joke, and ask me if I polished Henri IV.'s boots. To-day it's all over; they won't have me anywhere. Last year I could still earn thirty sous a day painting a bridge. I had to lie on my back with the river flowing under me.
Besides, in spite of her greediness, she remained so nice and good! She did not speak, but she troubled herself every minute to look after Pere Bru, and place some dainty bit on his plate.
Why, either, were you ignorant to see't? Or, seeing it, of such childish friendliness To yield your voices? Bru. Sic.
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