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A little farther on the road passed beneath a clump of trees, which hid a few houses, and they could distinguish the vibrating and regular blows of a blacksmith's hammer on the anvil; and presently they saw a wagon standing on the right side of the road in front of a low cottage, and two men shoeing a horse under a shed. Monsieur d'Apreval went up to them.
When she got close to the house, she looked at the strangers angrily and suspiciously, and then she went in, as if she had not seen them. She looked old and had a hard, yellow, wrinkled face, one of those wooden faces that country people so often have. Monsieur d'Apreval called her back. "I beg your pardon, madame, but we came in to know whether you could sell us two glasses of milk."
Neither of them replied, and when the husband asked them, rubbing his hands: "Well, I hope that, at least, you have had a pleasant walk?" Monsieur d'Apreval replied: "A delightful walk, I assure you; perfectly delightful." They went there every evening about eleven o'clock, just as they would go to the club.
Monsieur d'Apreval stood outside and called out: "Is anybody at home?" Then a child appeared, a little girl of about ten, dressed in a chemise and a linen, petticoat, with dirty, bare legs and a timid and cunning look. She remained standing in the doorway, as if to prevent any one going in. "What do you want?" she asked. "Is your father in?" "No." "Where is he?" "I don't know." "And your mother?"
When she got close to the house, she looked at the strangers angrily and suspiciously, and then she went in, as if she had not seen them. She looked old and had a hard, yellow, wrinkled face, one of those wooden faces that country people so often have. Monsieur d'Apreval called her back. "I beg your pardon, madame, but we came in to know whether you could sell us two glasses of milk."
Neither of them replied, and when the husband asked them, rubbing his hands: "Well, I hope that, at least, you have had a pleasant walk?" Monsieur d'Apreval replied: "A delightful walk, I assure you; perfectly delightful." Nathalie De Hauteville was twenty-two years old, and had been a widow for three years.
Rather farther on, the road passed under a clump of trees, which hid a few houses, and they could distinguish the vibrating and regular blows of a blacksmith's hammer on the anvil; and soon they saw a cart drawn upon the right in front of a low cottage, and two men shoeing a horse under a shed. Monsieur d'Apreval went up to them. "Where is Pierre Benedict's farm?" he asked.
She was walking very slowly now, her legs threatened to give way, and her heart was beating so violently that she felt as if she should suffocate, while at every step she murmured, as if in prayer: "Oh! Heaven! Heaven!" Monsieur d'Apreval, who was also nervous and rather pale, said to her somewhat gruffly: "If you cannot manage to control your feelings, you will betray yourself at once.
A little farther on the road passed beneath a clump of trees, which hid a few houses, and they could distinguish the vibrating and regular blows of a blacksmith's hammer on the anvil; and presently they saw a wagon standing on the right side of the road in front of a low cottage, and two men shoeing a horse under a shed. Monsieur d'Apreval went up to them.
She was walking very slowly now, her legs threatened to give way, and her heart was beating so violently that she felt as if she should suffocate, while at every step she murmured, as if in prayer: "Oh! Heaven! Heaven!" Monsieur d'Apreval, who was also nervous and rather pale, said to her somewhat gruffly: "If you cannot manage to control your feelings, you will betray yourself at once.
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