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Updated: June 5, 2025
I was happy in this sequestered farm, far removed from everything, but in touch with the earth, the good, beautiful, green earth. And must I avow it? there was, besides, a little curiosity which retained me at the residence of Mother Lecacheur.
As I wanted to wash and refresh these, I begged the servant to go and bring a pitcher of cold water. In about five minutes she returned, declaring that the well was dry. 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.
"Leaving the coast, I reached the hamlet, which was hemmed in by great trees, and I presented myself at the house of Mother Lecacheur. "She was an old, wrinkled and stern peasant woman, who seemed always to receive customers under protest, with a kind of defiance. "It was the month of May.
At which the gendarme smiled and nodded three times. Then Madame Lecacheur came to them, and very quietly, with all a peasant's cunning, questioned the brigadier in her turn.
Certainly, he was sure of taking him, if he was pointed out to him, but if not, he could not answer for being able to discover him, himself, and after reflecting for a long time, he put this simple question: "Do you know the thief?" And Lecacheur replied, with a look of Normandy slyness in his eyes: "As for knowing him, I do not, as I did not see him commit the theft.
We both got on to the stone slab at the edge of the well, and, face to face, we hoisted the body. Mother Lecacheur and Céleste watched us from a distance, concealed from view behind the wall of the house. When they saw, issuing from the hole, the black slippers and the white stockings of the drowned person, they disappeared.
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.
At which the gendarme smiled and nodded three times. Then Madame Lecacheur came to them, and very quietly, with all a peasant's cunning, questioned the brigadier in her turn.
The spreading apple trees covered the court with a shower of blossoms which rained unceasingly both upon people and upon the grass. "I said: 'Well, Madame Lecacheur, have you a room for me? "Astonished to find that I knew her name, she answered: "'That depends; everything is let, but all the same I can find out."
She turned round so quickly 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. "How sad! Who can have done it?" She was a little, thin, active, neat woman, who knew all about farming, and Lecacheur had his own ideas about the matter.
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