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Updated: May 17, 2025
Grise has only one idea in her head, and that is to go back to the house, and she was the one that made me go astray. If we want to go home, we have only to give her her head. But when we may be within two steps of the place where we are to spend the night, we should be mad to give up finding it, and begin such a long ride over again. But I don't know what to do.
«Depuis le col, dont je viens de parler, jusqu'a la croix, qui suivant l'usage, est placée au point le plus élevé du passage, on a trois quarts de lieue, ou une petite heure de route, dans laquelle on traverse des grès, des brèches calcaires, des pierres calcaires simples de couleur grise, d'autres calcaires bleuâtres et des ardoises: ces alternatives se répètent
As they were talking thus, Grise pricked up her ears and shied, then retraced her steps and approached the hedge, where there was something which had frightened her at first, but which she now began to recognize. Germain looked at the hedge and saw something that he took for a lamb in the ditch, under the branches of an oak still thick and green.
Germain, having described Grise and being convinced that it was really she, started back to get his saddle. Little Marie thereupon offered to take the child to Ormeaux, where he could come and get him after he had paid his respects at Fourche. "He isn't very clean after the night we have passed," she said.
But Grise, who was thoroughly disgusted with the journey, jumped back, released the reins, broke the girths, and, kicking up her heels higher than her head some half-dozen times, by way of salutation, started off through the brush, showing very plainly that she needed no one's assistance in finding her way.
«Cette pierre brune et feuilletée est comme la grise de nature calcaire; mais un mélange d'argile, et peut-être un peu de matière grasse ou phlogistique lui donnent sa couleur brune et la disposent
Je venais d'entrer en menage, A pied grimpant le coteau, Ou pour voir je m'tais mise. Il avait petit chapeau et redingote grise. Il me dit: Bon jour, ma chere. Il vous a parle, grand mere? Il vous a parle? I am skeptical enough to think that it is not the spontaneity of the grandmother but the art of Beranger which enhances the effect of the story told in the poem.
He took advantage of a halt they were obliged to make, when they had gone half the distance, in order to pass a difficult ford, to slip down and ask his father to take him up on Grise in front of him. "No, no!" said Germain, "that will make people say unkind things about us! you mustn't do it." "I care very little what the people of Saint-Chartier say," said little Marie.
You can put him up in front of you; indeed, I'd rather go all alone on foot than make the little fellow suffer so." "Don't be disturbed about that," said Germain, who was dying with anxiety to be persuaded. "Grise is strong, and would carry two more if there was room on her backbone.
When they were in full assembly, Lothaire introduced the miller, bidding him say whether the knight-errant was present. The man fixed his eyes on the Count of Anjou, who wore a cassock of coarse gray wool over his armor. "Yes," he said, "'tis he a la grise gonnelle." It is also said that Geoffrey took his name from his frequent pilgrimages to Rome, in which he wore the gray "palmer's amice."
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