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Updated: June 5, 2025
When I encounter one of these people some fine day in a hotel, I act like the birds, who see a manakin in a field. This woman, however, appeared so singular that she did not displease me. Madame Lecacheur, hostile by instinct to everything that was not rustic, felt in her narrow soul a kind of hatred for the ecstatic extravagances of the old girl.
I myself never called her anything now but 'the demoniac, experiencing a singular pleasure in pronouncing aloud this word on perceiving her. "One day I asked Mother Lecacheur: 'Well, what is our demoniac about to-day? "To which my rustic friend replied with a shocked air: "'What do you think, sir?
She was indeed a demoniac, this Miss Harriet, and Mother Lecacheur must have had an inspiration in thus christening her. "The stable boy, who was called Sapeur, because he had served in Africa in his youth, entertained other opinions. He said with a roguish air: 'She is an old hag who has seen life. "If the poor woman had but known!
She turned round so suddenly that she found herself sitting on the floor, and looking at her husband with distressed eyes, she said: "What is it, Cacheux? Somebody has stolen a rabbit?" "The big gray one." She sighed. "What a shame! Who can have done it?" She was a little, thin, active, neat woman, who knew all about farming. Lecacheur had his own ideas about the matter.
Lecacheur was mayor of the village, Pavigny-le-Gras, and ruled it like a master, on account of his money and position, and as soon as the servant had disappeared in the direction of the village, which was only about five hundred yards off, he went into the house to have his morning coffee and to discuss the matter with his wife, whom he found on her knees in front of the fire, trying to make it burn quickly, and as soon as he got to the door, he said: "Somebody has stolen the gray rabbit."
As soon as his trousers were properly fastened, Lecacheur came out, and went first of all towards the hen-house to count the morning's eggs, for he had been afraid of thefts for some time; but the servant girl ran up to him with lifted arms and cried: "Master! Master! they have stolen a rabbit during the night." "A rabbit?"
"I waited patiently till the meal had been finished, when, turning toward the landlady, I said: 'Well, Madame Lecacheur, it will not be long now before I shall have to take my leave of you. "The good woman, at once surprised and troubled, replied in her drawling voice: 'My dear sir, what is it you say? You are going to leave us after I have become so accustomed to you?
This Polyte was a laborer, who had been employed on the farm for a few days, and who had been dismissed by Lecacheur for an insolent answer. He was an old soldier, and was supposed to have retained his habits of marauding and debauchery front his campaigns in Africa.
Madame Lecacheur, who was seized by a fresh access of rage, of rage increased by a married woman's anger against debauchery, exclaimed: "It is she, I am sure. Go there. Ah, the blackguard thieves!" But the brigadier was quite unmoved. "One minute," he said. "Let us wait until twelve o'clock, as he goes and dines there every day. I shall catch them with it under their noses."
I got up late and did not go downstairs until the late breakfast, being still in a bewildered state, not knowing what kind of expression to put on. "No one had seen Miss Harriet. We waited for her at table, but she did not appear. At length Mother Lecacheur went to her room. The English woman had gone out. She must have set out at break of day, as she was wont to do, in order to see the sun rise.
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