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I will resume: "'Others' goods thou shalt not take Nor keep what is not thine. "Have you ever taken in any way what belonged to another?" But Theodule Sabot became indignant. "Of course not, of course not! I am an honest man, m'sieu le cure, I swear it, for sure. To say that I have not sometimes charged for a few more hours of work to customers who had means, I could not say that.
And in all this generalisation of interest, we never miss those small humanities that are at the opposite pole of excellence in art; and while we admire the intellect that could see life thus largely, we are touched with another sentiment for the tender heart that slipped the piece of gold into Cosette's sabot, that was virginally troubled at the fluttering of her dress in the spring wind, or put the blind girl beside the deformity of the laughing man.
"That is understood, that is all right, that is agreed on. To-morrow, monsieur le cure. Whoever draws back is a skunk!" And he held out his great rough hand which the priest grasped heartily with a clap that resounded through the church. Theodule Sabot was not easy in his mind all the following day. He had a feeling analogous to the apprehension one experiences when a tooth has to be drawn.
From the moment you pay, without anyone seeing or knowing you, no one can get you into trouble." The cure did not insist, and gave him absolution. Theodule Sabot did the work on the chancel, and goes to communion every month. Quartermaster Varajou had obtained a week's leave to go and visit his sister, Madame Padoie.
"Have you ever loved anything, or anybody, as well as you loved God? Have you loved him with all your soul, all your heart, all the strength of your love?" Sabot was perspiring with the effort of thinking. He replied: "No. Oh, no, m'sieu le cure. I love God as much as I can. That is yes I love him very much. To say that I do not love my children, no I cannot say that.
Both of us had many things to think about, no doubt, and the ideas were tumbling over one another in my poor brain till I wished I could cease to think for a few hours. Vespers ended, and the villagers began to disperse stealthily. Not a wooden sabot clattered on the stones.
The priest replied without looking at him, all occupied as he was with the altar: "Good morning, Mr. Carpenter." Sabot, nonplussed, knew not what to say next. But after a pause he remarked: "You are making preparations?" Abbe Maritime replied: "Yes, we are near the month of Mary." "Why, why," remarked Sabot and then was silent.
"What do you do on Sunday?" This time Sabot scratched his ear. "Why, I serve God as best I can, m'sieu le cure. I serve him at home. I work on Sunday." The cure interrupted him, saying magnanimously: "I know, you will do better in future. I will pass over the following commandments, certain that you have not transgressed the two first. We will take from the sixth to the ninth.
He carried a lace white handkerchief at the end of his riding switch, and this was bad enough. But as he wheeled his bay thoroughbred, I saw that he had followed the déclassé Maubreuil's example and decorated the brute's tail with a Cross of the Legion of Honour. That brought my teeth together, and I stood my ground. "Vive le Roi!" "Vivent les Bourbons!" "À bas le sabot corse!"
The next instant she was stamping on the heap, to plunge them with her sabot still further into the pool. She was washing her load. Soon she shouldered the basket again, filling it with the cleansed mussels. A moment later she joined the long, toiling line of women that were perpetually forming and reforming on their way to the carts.
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