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Updated: June 23, 2025
He had as much notion of economy as the Morning Sun; and yet you could not lay your hand on any one item, and say: "Herein Phil Garron is extravagant or reckless." Nor could you point out any particular vice in his character; but he was "unsatisfactory" and as workable as putty.
It did not occur to him at the time how she would feel about the girl; neither did he realize that he had grown to be an arrogant young snob who now treated Julie, who had saved his life, and pampered him, more like a servant than a foster-mother. The night young Garron arrived was at the moment of the highest tides.
She was peering over his shoulder at the bundle at his feet before he knew it. Garron half wheeled and faced her as her breath touched his coarse ear. "Eh bien! what is it?" he exclaimed, searching vainly for something else to say. "Eh ben! Ça! Nom de Dieu!" returned his mate nodding to the bundle. "It is pretty that!" "Tu m'accuses, hein?" he snarled.
The thing his foot had touched was a bundle a rolled and well-wrapped blanket, tied with a stout string. The sharp cry he had heard he now realized, issued from the folds of the blanket. Garron bent over it, his thumb and forefinger uncovering the face of a baby. "Sacristi!" he stammered then leaned back heavily against the old rudder of a door. Julie heard and crawled out of bed.
Once there was a king, and he had three sons, and when the king died, they did not give a shade of anything to the youngest son, but an old white limping garron. "If I get but this," quoth he, "it seems that I had best go with this same." He was going with it right before him, sometimes walking, sometimes riding.
The great Paris that she knew nothing of had stolen him; Paris had given him her that little viper with her red mouth; Paris had ruined him had turned him into a thief like his father. Silently she cursed his uncle. Then her rage reverted again to the girl. She thought too, of her own life with Garron of all its miserly hardships. "They have given me nothing " she sobbed aloud "nothing."
Sieges, Cabanis, Garron Coulon, Lecouteul, Canteleu, Lenoin Laroche, Volney, Gregoire, Emmery, Joucourt, Boissy d'Anglas, Fouche, and Roederer form another class, some of them regicides, others assassins and plunderers, but all intriguers whose machinations date from the beginning of the Revolution. They are all men of parts, of more or less knowledge, and of great presumption.
The four supped together that night in the hut the father silent and sullen throughout the meal and Julie insanely jealous of the girl. Later old Garron went off across the marsh in the moonlight to look after his snares. When the three were alone Julie turned to the boy. For some moments she regarded him shrewdly.
With the sagacity of an animal he knew the safety of the open places. By day no one could emerge from the far horizon of low woodland skirting the great marsh, without its sole inhabitant noting his approach. By night none but as clever a poacher as Garron could have found his way across the labyrinth of bogs, ditches and pitfalls.
The Great Marsh was too cut up by ditches and bogs to graze cattle on, hence no one to tend them, and the more complete the isolation of its sole inhabitant. Having decided on the point, he set about immediately to build his hut. The sooner housed the better, thought Garron, besides, the packet next his chest needed a safe hiding place.
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