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Leg of mutton...................twenty-five sous Salt............................one sou Rosalie Vatinel was seen in the Riboudet woods with Cesaire Pienoir, by Mme. Onesime, the ironer, on July the 20th about dusk. Radishes........................one sou Vinegar.........................two sous Oxalic acid.....................two sous
He was there perhaps half-an-hour when he heard steps on the road, and he soon distinguished although the night was very dark, the still darker shadow of the sautane. He rose up, his legs giving way under him, not even venturing to speak, not daring to ask a question. The clergyman perceived him, and said gayly: "Well, my lad, 'tis all right." Césaire stammered: "All right, 'tisn't possible."
"Why, the sooner the better-to-night, if you can." "In half an hour, then, after supper." "In half an hour." "That's understood. So long, my lad." "Good-by till we meet again, Monsieur le Cure; many thanks." "Not at all, my lad." And Cesaire Houlbreque returned home, his heart relieved of a great weight. He held on lease a little farm, quite small, for they were not rich, his father and he.
Cesaire, attired in new clothes, was ready since eight o'clock in the morning to go and fetch his betrothed and bring her to the mayor's office, but it was too early. He seated himself before the kitchen table and waited for the members of the family and the friends who were to accompany him.
Among the two hundred and odd fellow-students of Foch at the Polytechnic was another young man from the south almost a neighbor of his and his junior by just three months Jacques Joseph Césaire Joffre, who had entered the school in 1869, interrupted his studies to go to war, and resumed them shortly before Ferdinand Foch entered the Polytechnic.
This day the big clouds to the north, the big great snow clouds, had disappeared and the blue sky showed itself above the white earth on which the rising sun cast silvery reflections. Cesaire looked straight before him through the window, thinking of nothing, quite happy.
That contree is clept the Galilee of Folk, that weren taken to tribute of Sabulon, and of Neptalym. And in azen comynge fro that castelle, a 30 myle, is the cytee of Dan, that somtyme was clept Belynas, or Cesaire Philippon, that sytt at the foot of the Mount of Lyban, where the Flom Jordan begynnethe.
Malvina Levesque got into trouble last year with Mathurin Poilu. Leg of mutton...................twenty-five sous Salt............................one sou Rosalie Vatinel was seen in the Riboudet woods with Cesaire Pienoir, by Mme. Onesime, the ironer, on July the 20th about dusk.
"I'd like to have a talk with you, M. le Cure." The man remained standing, intimidated, holding his cap in one hand and his whip in the other. "Well, talk." Cesaire looked at the housekeeper, an old woman who dragged her feet while putting on the cover for her master's dinner at the corner of the table in front of the window. He stammered: "'Tis 'tis a sort of confession."
Alone with a female servant, a little girl of fifteen, who made the soup, looked after the fowls, milked the cows and churned the butter, they lived frugally, though Cesaire was a good cultivator. But they did not possess either sufficient lands or sufficient cattle to earn more than the indispensable. The old man no longer worked.
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