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Updated: June 26, 2025
"Had he promised to marry her, eh?" exclaimed La Sarriette, laughing. "The silly fool must be quite cracked." Little by little the neighbourhood calmed down, though throughout the day groups of people constantly assembled and discussed the events of the morning. The pork shop was the object of much inquisitive curiosity. Lisa avoided appearing there, and left the counter in charge of Augustine.
"It's the best thing that can happen to him. It'll teach him to treat us with respect in future." "He won't say again that I ate tainted meat," muttered Mademoiselle Saget in a low tone. They said nothing more. La Sarriette was very red; but the two others still remained quite yellow.
You know that well enough already; I told you so before. But what have you done with your Jules this morning, La Sarriette?" The young woman began to laugh as she took a handful of small change out of her pocket. "Oh," she replied, "Jules is still in bed. He says that men were not intended to work."
"Yes, indeed, he looks just like a thief caught with his hand in somebody's till," added Madame Lecoeur. "I once saw a man guillotined who looked exactly like he does," asserted La Sarriette, showing her white teeth. They stepped forward, lengthened their necks, and tried to see into the cab.
The old maid was holding forth. "As I told you before, Madame Lecoeur," said she, "they've always got your brother-in-law in their shop. You saw him there yourself just now, didn't you?" "Oh yes, indeed! He was sitting on a table, and seemed quite at home." "Well, for my part," interrupted La Sarriette, "I heard nothing wrong; and I can't understand why you're making such a fuss."
In the butter pavilion a neighbour of Madame Lecoeur's told them that she was below in the cellar; and so, whilst La Sarriette went down to find her, the old maid installed herself amidst the cheeses. The cellar under the butter market is a very gloomy spot.
Mademoiselle Saget and Madame Lecoeur belong to the Thin, but to a variety which is much to be feared the Thin ones whom envy drives to despair, and who are capable of anything in their craving to fatten themselves. My friend Marjolin, little Cadine, and La Sarriette are three Fat ones, still innocent, however, and having nothing but the guileless hunger of youth.
There's nothing else you want, is there?" "No," said La Sarriette, "nothing." She paid her money, still laughing and showing her teeth, and staring the men in the face. Her grey skirt was all awry, and her loosely fastened red neckerchief allowed a little of her white bosom to appear.
They broke off all intercourse, the aunt fairly exasperated, and the niece and Monsieur Jules concocting stories about the aunt, which the young man would repeat to the other dealers in the butter pavilion. Gavard found La Sarriette very entertaining, and treated her with great indulgence. Whenever they met he would good-naturedly pat her cheeks.
"But in that case," resumed Madame Lecoeur, "he must be fat Lisa's brother-in-law. And we thought that he was her lover!" The women exchanged glances. This aspect of the case took them by surprise. They were loth to give up their first theory. However, La Sarriette, turning to Mademoiselle Saget, remarked: "That must have been all wrong.
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