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Updated: May 27, 2025
Therefore it was that Petitjean and his bright-eyed spouse were always made welcome at Dives. "It goes well, Madame Jean? Ah, there you are. Well, hein, also? It is long since we saw you." "Ah, madame, centuries, it is centuries since we were here. But what will you have? with the bad season, the rains, the banks failing, the but you, madame, are well? And Monsieur Paul?"
Petitjean, and his wife had not dined yet, and a pedler's hunger is something to be respected one made money by waiting for the hour of digestion. The little crowd of maids, hostlers, cooks, and scullery wenches, were only here to whet their appetite, and to greet Petitjean. Nitouche, the head chef, put a little extra garlic in his sauces that day.
It is the richest gold deposit in the world, M. Hewlett, and neither Raoul nor Jean Petitjean knows the secret only Leroux and I. One cannot light upon this place save by a miracle of chance, such as brought you here. God put this treasure in these hills, and He did not mean it to be found." I grasped him by the shoulder. "Do you see what this means?" I shouted.
Madame was the first to waddle forward, nodding up toward the open hood as, with a short, brisk, business "Bonjour," she welcomed the head of Petitjean and his sharp-eyed spouse looking over the aprons.
For Petitjean knew all the gossip of the province; after dinner, when the stiff cider was working in his veins, he would be certain to tell all one wanted to know. Even Madame Le Mois, whose days were too busy in summer to include the daily reading of her newspaper, had grown dependent, in these her later years, on such sources of information as the peddler's garrulous tongue supplied.
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