вЂњMaitre Hauchecorne,вЂќ said he, вЂњthis early early morning regarding the Beuzeville road, you’re seen to select within the wallet lost by Maitre Houlbreque, of Manneville.вЂќ
The countryman looked over the mayor in amazement frightened already only at that suspicion which rested he knew not why on him.
вЂњIвЂ”I picked up that wallet?вЂќ
вЂњI swear I do not even understand any such thing about this.вЂќ
вЂњI became seenвЂ”I? Whom saw me personally?вЂќ
вЂњM. Malandain, the harness-maker.вЂќ
Then your man that is old, grasped, and, reddening with anger, stated:
вЂњAh! he saw me personally, did he, the rascal? I was seen by him picking right on up this string right right right here, M’sieu le Maire.вЂќ
And fumbling at the end of their pocket, he pulled from it the end that is little of.
However the mayor incredulously shook his mind:
вЂњYou will maybe not make me think, Maitre Hauchecorne, that M. Malandain, that is a guy whoever term is relied on, has mistaken this sequence for a wallet.вЂќ
The peasant, furious, raised their hand and spat on the floor beside him just as if to attest their good faith, saying:
вЂњFor all of that, it really is Jesus’s truth, M’sieu le Maire. There! On my heart’s salvation, it is repeated by me.вЂќ
The mayor proceeded:
вЂњAfter you picked within the item under consideration, you also seemed about for many amount of time in the mud to see if a bit of cash hadn’t fallen away from it.вЂќ
The man that is good choking with indignation and fear. Continue reading “The mayor ended up being waiting around for him, seated within an armchair. He had been the notary of the area, a high, grave guy of pompous message.”