вЂњMaitre Hauchecorne,вЂќ said he, вЂњthis early morning in the Beuzeville road, you had been seen to select up the wallet lost by Maitre Houlbreque, of Manneville.вЂќ
The countryman looked over the mayor in amazement frightened currently as of this suspicion which rested on him, he knew not why.
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 a old guy remembered, comprehended, and, reddening with anger, said:
вЂњAh! he saw me personally, did he, the rascal? I was seen by him picking right on up this sequence right right here, M’sieu le Maire.вЂќ
And fumbling at the end of their pocket, he pulled from it the small end of sequence.
Nevertheless the mayor incredulously shook their mind:
вЂњYou will likely not make me think, Maitre Hauchecorne, that M. Malandain, that is a guy whoever word could be relied on, has mistaken this sequence for a wallet.вЂќ
The peasant, furious, raised their hand and spat on a lawn beside him as though to attest their good faith, saying:
вЂњFor all that, its Jesus’s truth, M’sieu le Maire. There! To my heart’s salvation, we repeat it.вЂќread more