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Whereupon Caniveau, making a megaphone of his hands, began to mimic the barking of hounds. He snapped, howled, growled, barked. And everybody in the carriage began to roar, even the schoolmaster, who, as a rule, never ever smiled.
Maitre Belhomme, his head resting against the door, for he had been the last one to enter, was still moaning. "Oh oh oh! I think it must be an ant, a big ant there it is biting again. Oh, Monsieur le cure, how it hurts! how it hurts!" "Have you seen the doctor?" asked Caniveau. "I should say not!" "Why?" The fear of the doctor seemed to cure Belhomme.
"Well, Maitre Caniveau," said he, "how are you getting along?" The enormous farmer who, on account of his size, girth and stomach, felt a bond of sympathy for the representative of the Church, answered with a smile: "Pretty well, Monsieur le cure, pretty well. And how are you?" "Oh! I'm always well and healthy." "And you, Maitre Poiret?" asked the abbe. "Oh!
They poured the liquid in drop by drop this time, that it might penetrate down to the bottom, and they left it several minutes in the organ that the beast had chosen for its home. A bowl had once more been brought; Belhomme was turned over bodily by the priest and Caniveau, while the schoolmaster was tapping on the healthy ear in order to empty the other.
It was a farmhouse at the side of the road. Belhomme was carried into it and laid on the kitchen table in order to repeat the operation. Caniveau advised mixing brandy and water in order to benumb and perhaps kill the insect. But the priest preferred vinegar.
With his finger he imitated the movements of the body, seeming to see it, to follow it with his eyes: "There is goes up again! Oh oh oh what torture!" Caniveau was getting impatient. "It's the water that is making the bug angry. It is probably more accustomed to wine."
They poured the liquid in drop by drop this time, that it might penetrate down to the bottom, and they left it several minutes in the organ that the beast had chosen for its home. A bowl had once more been brought; Belhomme was turned over bodily by the priest and Caniveau, while the schoolmaster was tapping on the healthy ear in order to empty the other.
He straightened up without, however, dropping his handkerchief. "What! You have money for them, for those loafers? He would have come once, twice, three times, four times, five times! That means two five-franc pieces, two five-franc pieces, for sure. And what would he have done, the loafer, tell me, what would he have done? Can you tell me?" Caniveau was laughing. "No, I don't know.
Caniveau was slapping his thigh, Cesaire Horlaville snapped his whip, the priest laughed like a braying donkey, the teacher cackled as though he were sneezing, and the two women were giving little screams of joy, like the clucking of hens.
He straightened up without, however, dropping his handkerchief. "What! You have money for them, for those loafers? He would have come once, twice, three times, four times, five times! That means two five-franc pieces, two five-franc pieces, for sure. And what would he have done, the loafer, tell me, what would he have done? Can you tell me?" Caniveau was laughing. "No, I don't know.
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