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Updated: June 5, 2025
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.
He had witnessed many such scenes in Africa. "Mother Lecacheur and Celeste began to utter piercing screams and ran away. "But it was necessary to recover the corpse of the dead woman. I attached the young man securely by the waist to the end of the pulley rope and lowered him very slowly, watching him disappear in the darkness. In one hand he held the lantern and a rope in the other.
She had lowered the pitcher to the full extent of the cord and had touched the bottom, but on drawing the pitcher up again it was empty. Mother Lecacheur, anxious to examine the thing for herself, went and looked down the hole. She returned, announcing that one could see clearly something in the well, something altogether unusual.
When I had reached the front of the house, I immediately called out to Mother Lecacheur, shouting with all my might: "Ohè! Ohè! my mistress, come here and look at this." The rustic advanced and regarded my work with her stupid eyes which distinguished nothing, and which did not even recognize whether the picture was the representation of an ox or a house.
When his head appeared at the brink I asked: "'Well? as if I expected he had a message from the drowned woman. "We both got on the stone slab at the edge of the well and from opposite sides we began to haul up the body. "Mother Lecacheur and Celeste watched us from a distance, concealed from view behind the wall of the house.
The gendarme smiled, pleased at his chief's idea, and Lecacheur also smiled now, for the affair of the shepherd struck him as very funny; deceived husbands are always a joke. Twelve o'clock had just struck when the brigadier, followed by his man, knocked gently three times at the door of a little lonely house, situated at the corner of a wood, five hundred yards from the village.
A slight, almost imperceptible movement of the head, and an English word, murmured so low that I did not understand it, were her only acknowledgments. I ceased occupying myself with her, although she had disturbed my thoughts. At the end of three days, I knew as much about her as did Madame Lecacheur herself. She was called Miss Harriet.
But the brigadier was quite unmoved. "A 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." The gendarme smiled, pleased at his chief's idea, and Lecacheur also smiled now, for the affair of the shepherd struck him as very funny: deceived husbands are always amusing.
The cure, who had been consulted by Madame Lecacheur, responded: "'She is a heretic, but God does not wish the death of the sinner, and I believe her to be a person of pure morals. "These words, 'atheist, 'heretic, words which no one can precisely define, threw doubts into some minds.
A slight, almost imperceptible, movement of the head and an English word, murmured so low that I did not understand it, were her only acknowledgments. "I ceased occupying myself with her, although she had disturbed my thoughts. "At the end of three days I knew as much about her as did Madame Lecacheur herself. "She was called Miss Harriet.
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