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Then, in a mournful voice, as though she had just received some heavy blow, she continued: "I am alone in the world, and have no one to take my part; he is quite at liberty to do as he pleases. His niece sides with him too you heard her just now. She has quite forgotten all that she cost me, and wouldn't stir a hand to help me." "Indeed, aunt," exclaimed La Sarriette, "you are quite wrong there!
It was trying work, and she heaved a sigh at each fresh effort. "Mademoiselle Saget wants to speak to you, aunt," said La Sarriette. Madame Lecoeur stopped her work, and pulled her cap over her hair with her greasy fingers, seemingly quite careless of staining it. "I've nearly finished. Ask her to wait a moment," she said. "She's got something very particular to tell you," continued La Sarriette.
All three kept their eyes fixed on the house opposite with such keen curiosity that they seemed trying to penetrate the very walls. To pass the time away they once more began to talk of the beautiful Norman. "She's without a lover now," remarked Madame Lecoeur. "Oh! she's got Monsieur Lebigre," replied La Sarriette, with a laugh.
You are his niece, and I'll divide the money with you. We will each take a pile in turn." Thereupon they pushed the other two aside. The butter dealer took the first pile, which at once disappeared within her skirts. Then La Sarriette took a pile. They kept a close watch upon one another, ready to fight at the slightest attempt at cheating.
And, besides, those cursed plums of yours quite make my head ache." Then he calmly strolled off, with his hands in his pockets, and the stall was left to look after itself. Mademoiselle Saget went so fast that La Sarriette had to run.
In one letter she recognised the villainous hand of Mademoiselle Saget, denouncing the people who met in the little sanctum at Lebigre's. On a large piece of greasy paper she identified the heavy pot-hooks of Madame Lecoeur; and there was also a sheet of cream-laid note-paper, ornamented with a yellow pansy, and covered with the scrawls of La Sarriette and Monsieur Jules.
Then she went on to describe the trap that had been laid for him, while Madame Lecoeur and La Sarriette continued scrutinising the house from top to bottom, keeping watch upon every opening, and at each moment expecting to see the hats of the detectives appear at one of the doors or windows. "Who would ever imagine, now, that the place was full of police?" observed the butter dealer.
Madame Lecoeur inquired what was done to the people who got arrested "for politics," but on this point Mademoiselle Saget could not enlighten her; she only knew that they were never seen again no, never. And this induced La Sarriette to suggest that perhaps they were thrown into the Seine, as Jules had said they ought to be.
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