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Updated: May 29, 2025
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?"
"It was that Skinny who came here while you were at Picquigny," said Rosalie, "and he got Aunt Zenobie to talk about you; and you bet it isn't hard to make Aunt Zenobie talk especially when she gets something for doing so. She told him that you had spent only one night here and all sorts of other things besides." "What other things?"
This time she had the satisfaction of seeing that her five francs was accepted. She received her ticket and seventy-five cents in change. It was 12 o'clock when the train pulled in at the station at Picquigny.
At Picquigny, they were less than four miles distant a small patrol of outposts belonging to the squadrons which were sweeping out in a fan through the northern towns and villages of France. As I passed, French Territorials were hastily digging trenches close to the railway line. Reports came from stations further along that the line might be cut at any moment.
Great preparations were made for their meeting on a bridge at Picquigny, across which a grating was erected. Like Pyramus and Thisbe, the two princes kissed each other through the barriers, and exchanged assurances of friendship. Edward was, indeed, so easy to convince that Louis was in absolute terror lest his English brother would accept his invitation to show him Paris before his return.
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