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I do not cry now. No; I am glad the day is so fine. Bon voyage! bon voyage! We thanked and kissed and left her on the shore, bravely trying not to cry, as she waved her wooden shoes and kissed her hand till we were out of sight, and had nothing but the soft colours and sweet breath of our nosegays to remind us of Little Marie of Lehon.
All along the borders of the river waved the blossoming grass; every green bank about the mills at Lehon was yellow with dandelions, and the sunny heads of little children welcoming the flower of the poor. Even the neglected churchyard of the ruined abbey, where the tombs of the stately Beaumanoirs still stand, was bright with cheerful daisies and blue-eyed forget-me-nots.
'We want to drink goat's milk every morning: can you let us have it, little one? 'Oh, yes, mademoiselle! Nannette gives fine milk, and no one has yet engaged her, answered the child, her whole face brightening at the prospect. 'What name have you? 'Marie Rosier, mademoiselle. 'And you live at Lehon? 'Yes, mademoiselle. 'Have you parents? 'Truly, yes, of the best.
At this moment of writing Lehon the notary and the Prince de Bergues are serving their time there by an exercise of leniency which, though arbitrary, is humane.
Charras noticed him at the window, and cried out to him, "Mons!" In fact he believed he was going to Mons, and this made General Bedeau, on the next day, choose Mons as his residence, expecting to meet Charras there. Charras having left, M. Léopold Lehon came in accompanied by the Commandant of the fort. He saluted Bedeau, explained his business, and gave his name.
Who is it imagines that they will make me travel by order with a false passport, and under a false name?" And looking steadily at M. Léopold Lehon, "Know, sir, that my name is Charras and not Vincent, and that I belong to a family whose members have always borne the name of their father." They set out. They journeyed by carriage as far as Creil, which is on the railway.
We learned afterwards that our Marie had been called in and praised for her secret charity a great honour, because the good priest was much beloved by all his flock, and took a most paternal interest in the little ones. That was almost the last we saw of our little friend, for we left Dinan soon after, bidding the Lehon family good-bye, and leaving certain warm souvenirs for winter-time.
'Here comes our pretty little girl, I said to Kate, as we sat resting on the seat beside the footpath that leads from Dinan on the hill to Lehon in the valley. Yes, there she was, trotting toward us in her round cap, blue woollen gown, white apron, and wooden shoes.
"If I am to quit France I will not leave the fortress. This is yet another outrage. They have no more the right to exile me than they had the right to imprison me. I have on my side the Law, Right, my old services, my commission. I protest. Who are you, sir?" "I am the Private Secretary of the Minister of the Interior." "Ah! it is you who are named Léopold Lehon."
A long drought parched the whole country that summer, and the gardens suffered much, especially the little plats in Lehon, for most of them were on the steep hillside behind the huts; and unless it rained, water had to be carried up from the stream below.
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