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Updated: September 27, 2025
When the public crier had finished his tattoo he called forth in a jerky voice, pausing in the wrong places: "Be it known to the inhabitants of Goderville and in general to all persons present at the market that there has been lost this morning on the Beuzeville road, between nine and ten o'clock, a black leather pocketbook containing five hundred francs and business papers.
"Who is Me. Roussel?" she asked. "The lawyer from Goderville, who stays here every year," replied Jeanne, in surprise. "Very likely he does," responded the big woman, "but I don't know him. Do you want a room?" "Yes, madame." A waiter shouldered the luggage and led the way upstairs.
Jeanne felt a thrill of pleasure as she took the money, for she had not expected to get so much, and as soon as the man had gone she put on her hat and hurried off to Goderville to send Paul this unlooked-for sum as quickly as possible.
On all the roads about Goderville the peasants and their wives were coming toward the town, for it was market day.
Toward the end of September, Abbe Picot called on a visit of ceremony to introduce his successor, a young priest, very thin, very short, with an emphatic way of talking, and with dark circles round his sunken eyes. The old abbe had been appointed Dean of Goderville. Jeanne was really sorry to lose the old man, who had been associated with all her recollections as a young woman.
The carpenter from Goderville was there, and they began at once to place the furniture that had already arrived while waiting for the last load. This required a good deal of thought and planning. At the end of an hour the wagon appeared at the gate and had to be unloaded in the rain. When night fell the house was in utter disorder, with things piled up anyhow.
There was an all-pervading smell of the stable, of milk, of the dunghill, of hay, and of perspiration that acrid, disgusting odor of man and beast peculiar to country people. Master Hauchecorne, of Bréauté, had just arrived at Goderville, and was walking toward the square, when he saw a bit of string on the ground.
When the public crier had finished his tattoo he called forth in a jerky voice, pausing in the wrong places: "Be it known to the inhabitants of Goderville and in general to all persons present at the market that there has been lost this morning on the Beuzeville road, between nine and ten o'clock, a black leather pocketbook containing five hundred francs and business papers.
Now a char-a-banc passed by, jogging along behind a nag and shaking up strangely the two men on the seat, and the woman at the bottom of the cart who held fast to its sides to lessen the hard jolting. In the market-place at Goderville was a great crowd, a mingled multitude of men and beasts.
"Put on your hat, madame," said the maid, after a pause, "and we will go and see the lawyer at Goderville. If that woman is going to die, M. Paul must marry her for the sake of the child." Jeanne put on her hat without a word.
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