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"See, my blacksmith," said Parpon, "your bird shall be taught to sing, and to Paris she shall go by and by." "Such foolery!" said Duclosse. "What's in your noddle, Parpon?" cried the charcoalman. The blacksmith looked at Parpon, his face all puzzled eagerness. But another face at the door grew pale with suspense. Parpon quickly turned towards it. "See here, Madelinette," he said, in a low voice.

"I will teach her to sing first; then she shall go to Quebec, and afterwards to Paris, my friend," he answered. The girl's eyes were dilating with a great joy. "Ah, Parpon good Parpon!" she whispered. "But Paris! Paris! There's gossip for you, thick as mortar," cried the charcoalman, and the mealman's fingers beat a tattoo on his stomach. Parpon waved his hand.

"Better than that bagosh!" cried the charcoalman in surprise, proudly using the innocuous English oath. "Better than that sutler, maybe?" said the mealman, smacking his lips. "Better than that," replied Lagroin, swelling with importance. "Ay, ay, my dears, great things are for you. I command the army, and I have free hand from my master. Ah, what joy to serve a Napoleon once again! What joy!

"'Come, blacksmith, said the Count Lassone, when he came here a-fishing, 'that's a voice for a palace, said he. 'Take it out of the woods and teach it, said he, 'and it will have all Paris following it. That to me, a poor blacksmith, with only my bread and sour milk, and a hundred dollars a year or so, and a sup of brandy when I can get it." The charcoalman spoke up.

"'Come, blacksmith, said the Count Lassone, when he came here a-fishing, 'that's a voice for a palace, said he. 'Take it out of the woods and teach it, said he, 'and it will have all Paris following it. That to me, a poor blacksmith, with only my bread and sour milk, and a hundred dollars a year or so, and a sup of brandy when I can get it." The charcoalman spoke up.

You may be sure, if I had, I should not be doing what I do.... What is it they want? They are so hard on poor humble folks, the milkman, the charcoalman, the water carrier, the laundress. They won't rest content till they've set all poor people against them." He looked at her; she seemed a mere child. She was no longer afraid; she was almost smiling, as she limped along lightly at his side.

"La, la!" said the charcoalman, sticking a thumb in the blacksmith's side; "you only give him the happy hand like that!" Duclosse was more serious. "It is the will of God that you become a marshal or a duke," he said wheezingly to the blacksmith. "You can't say no; it is the will of God, and you must bear it like a man."

Therefore the notables among the habitants had gathered in his empty house for a last drink of good-fellowship Muroc the charcoalman, Duclosse the mealman, Benoit the ne'er-do-weel, Gingras the one-eyed shoemaker, and a few others. They had drunk the health of Medallion, they had drunk the health of the Cure, and now Duclosse the mealman raised his glass. "Here's to "

Then, all at once, as if conscious of the pitiful humour of his meditations, he came to his feet, straightened his shoulders, and cried: "To her we love best!" The charcoalman drank, and smacked his lips. "Yes, yes," he said, looking into the cup admiringly; "like mother's milk that. White of my eye, but I do love her!" The mealman cocked his glance towards the open door.

O mealman dear, you can do no better For I have a chateau at Malmaison. Black charcoalman, you shall not have her She shall not marry you, my Suzon A bag of meal and a sack of carbon! Non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non!

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