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Updated: June 20, 2025
Upon her getting out of the carriage Bastien had been on hand to show her to the apartment which was also reserved for her on the first floor. M. Vulfran never made any change in his habits when his relations came to Maraucourt. He saw them at meal times, spent the evenings with them, but no more of his time did he give them.
When you have nothing more to do in Paris ... when you are left alone ... then you must go off at once to Maraucourt ... by train if you have enough money ... on foot, if you have not. Better to sleep by the roadside and have nothing to eat than to stay in Paris. You promise to leave Paris at once, Perrine?" "I promise, mama," sobbed the little girl.
Here was an opportunity for Perrine to learn what held interest for her. It was too good for her not to seize it. But she was afraid to question this girl openly. She must put the questions she wanted answered in a way that would not arouse her suspicions. "Were you born at Maraucourt?" she began. "Sure, I'm a native and my mother was too, my father came from Picquigny." "Have you lost them?"
Listening to them as they talked in groups she heard again the sing-song manner of talking that her father had often imitated so as to amuse her. On the country road she saw a young girl walking slowly ahead of her carrying a very heavy basket on her arm. "Is this the way to Maraucourt?" Perrine asked. "Yes, this road ... quite straight."
Above the tops of the poplars she could already see the great smoking chimneys of the factories of Saint-Pipoy. She knew that spinning and weaving were done here, the same as at Maraucourt, and, besides that, it was here that they manufactured red rope and string. But whether she knew that or not, it was nothing that would help her in the task before her. They turned the bend of the road.
Wednesday seemed a long way off, for in her excitement, and filled with hope, Perrine had thought that by Wednesday her mother would be strong enough to start for Maraucourt. But to have to wait like this! There was one thing, though: With what she got for the wagon she could buy the two dresses and the railway tickets, and if Grain-of-Salt paid them enough, then they need not sell Palikare.
"I was just going to say, sir," began William again, as he untied the horse, but at that moment he dropped the whip and stooping down, he tried three times to grasp it. The manager looked grave. "I think it would be better if I drove you to Maraucourt," he said. "I am afraid you would not be safe with William." "Why so?" demanded William insolently.
They went off gaily, and Rosalie accomplished her errand quickly, then their pleasure trip commenced. They walked through the fields, chatting and laughing, picked flowers, then rested in the heat of the day under the shadows of the great trees. It was not until night that they arrived back in Maraucourt. Not until Rosalie reached her grandmother's gate did she realize what time it was.
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