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Updated: June 26, 2025
And now the butter dealer returned to the cellar, while Mademoiselle Saget escorted La Sarriette back to her stall. On reaching it they talked for a moment or two about Monsieur Jules. The fruits around them diffused a fresh scent of summer. "It smells much nicer here than at your aunt's," said the old maid. "I felt quite ill a little time ago. I can't think how she manages to exist there.
"It only wanted this to fill my cup. I shall die of anxiety, I am sure, if he ever gets arrested." As she spoke, a gleam shot from her dim eyes. La Sarriette, however, laughed and wagged her little face, bright with the freshness of the morning air. "You should hear what Jules says of those who speak against the Empire," she remarked.
Oh, I don't mean Monsieur Quenu, of course! I didn't say that; I don't know " "It must be Clemence," interrupted La Sarriette; "a big scraggy creature who gives herself all sorts of airs just because she went to boarding school. She lives with a threadbare usher. I've seen them together; they always look as though they were taking each other off to the police station."
"A heap of gold!" exclaimed La Sarriette in ecstasy. "Yes, a great heap of gold. It covers a whole shelf, and is quite dazzling. Madame Leonce told me that one morning Gavard opened the cupboard in her presence, and that the money quite blinded her, it shone so." There was another pause. The eyes of the three women were blinking as though the dazzling pile of gold was before them.
"There, take everything and have done with it!" she cried at last, throwing herself into an arm-chair. La Sarriette was already eagerly trying the key in the locks of different closets. Madame Lecoeur, all suspicion, pressed her so closely that she exclaimed: "Really, aunt, you get in my way. Do leave my arms free, at any rate."
"We have only been here some five minutes, said Madame Lecoeur unblushingly, as her brother-in-law still stood hesitating. "Well, then, I'll go upstairs and see. I'll risk the five flights," rejoined Gavard with a laugh. La Sarriette stepped forward as though she wished to detain him, but her aunt took hold of her arm and drew her back. "Let him alone, you big simpleton!" she whispered.
The kerchief that La Sarriette wore over her breast was now altogether unfastened, and she displayed her bosom heaving with warm life, her moist red lips, her rosy nostrils. Madame Lecoeur grew still more sour as she saw how lovely the girl looked in the excitement of her longing desire. "Well," she said in a lower tone, "we won't fight about it.
The two dealers declared that they would put additional padlocks to the doors of their storerooms; and La Sarriette called to mind that a basket of peaches had been stolen from her during the previous week.
Standing there amidst her fruit, La Sarriette, in her picturesque disarray, looked charming. Frizzy hair fell over her brow like vine branches. Her bare arms and neck, indeed all the rosy flesh she showed, bloomed with the freshness of peach and cherry. She had playfully hung some cherries on her ears, black cherries which dangled against her cheeks when she stooped, shaking with merry laughter.
Then he got into the cab with the same mien as he would have ascended the scaffold. As the vehicle disappeared round the corner of the Rue Pierre Lescot, Madame Lecoeur observed La Sarriette trying to hide the key in her pocket. "It's of no use you trying that little game on me, my dear," she exclaimed, clenching her teeth; "I saw him slip it into your hand.
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