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Celestin Maloisel and Cesaire Paumelle bent their heads to the storm, but Prosper Horslaville egged on the old woman, and was only amused at her wrath. One day, when she was more angry than usual, he said: "Do you know what I'd do if I were you?" She fixed her owl's eyes on him, and waited for his next words.
But Tome appeared to take no pleasure in it, and reached forth his hand very slowly, and with great precaution. "What's wrong with your arm?" asked Horslaville. "I have a sort of stiffness in the shoulder," answered Toine. Suddenly they heard people come into the inn. The players were silent. It was the mayor with the deputy.
Celestin Maloisel and Cesaire Paumelle bent their heads to the storm, but Prosper Horslaville egged on the old woman, and was only amused at her wrath. One day, when she was more angry than usual, he said: "Do you know what I'd do if I were you?" She fixed her owl's eyes on him, and waited for his next words.
Three men were regular in their attendance at the bedside: Celestin Maloisel, a tall, thin fellow, somewhat gnarled, like the trunk of an apple-tree; Prosper Horslaville, a withered little man with a ferret nose, cunning as a fox; and Cesaire Paumelle, who never spoke, but who enjoyed Toine's society all the same.
But Tome appeared to take no pleasure in it, and reached forth his hand very slowly, and with great precaution. "What's wrong with your arm?" asked Horslaville. "I have a sort of stiffness in the shoulder," answered Toine. Suddenly they heard people come into the inn. The players were silent. It was the mayor with the deputy.
The delighted spectators went off to spread the news of the event, and Horslaville, who was the last to go, asked: "You'll invite me when the first is cooked, won't you, Toine?" At this idea a smile overspread the fat man's face, and he answered: "Certainly I'll invite you, my son-in-law."
The delighted spectators went off to spread the news of the event, and Horslaville, who was the last to go, asked: "You'll invite me when the first is cooked, won't you, Toine?" At this idea a smile overspread the fat man's face, and he answered: "Certainly I'll invite you, my son-in-law."
Three men were regular in their attendance at the bedside: Celestin Maloisel, a tall, thin fellow, somewhat gnarled, like the trunk of an apple-tree; Prosper Horslaville, a withered little man with a ferret nose, cunning as a fox; and Cesaire Paumelle, who never spoke, but who enjoyed Toine's society all the same.
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