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Updated: June 5, 2025
As soon as his trousers were properly fastened, Lecacheur came out, and went, first of all, toward 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 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.
At this farm I was unknown to the world, far removed from everything, but in close proximity to the soil, the good, healthy, beautiful and green soil. And, must I avow it; there was something besides curiosity which retained me at the residence of Mother Lecacheur.
But when in the early morning they came to examine him he was found dead on the floor. Such an astonishing thing! Old Lecacheur appeared at the door of his house between five and a quarter past five in the morning, his usual hour, to watch his men going to work.
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.
Lecacheur was mayor of the village, Pairgry-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 get it to burn up quickly, and as soon as he got to the door, he said: "Somebody has stolen the gray rabbit."
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.
"When I had reached the front of the house, I immediately called out to Mother Lecacheur, shouting with all my might: "'Ohe! Ohe! my mistress, come here and look at this. "The rustic advanced and looked at my work with stupid eyes, which distinguished nothing, and did not even recognize whether the picture was the representation of an ox or a house.
She was an old, wrinkled and austere rustic, who seemed always to succumb to the pressure of new customs with a kind of contempt. It was the month of May: the spreading apple-trees covered the court with a whirling shower of blossoms which rained unceasingly both upon people and upon the grass. I said: "Well, Madame Lecacheur, have you a room for me?"
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 robbery.
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