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every wish。 The poor pariah; believing himself disagreeable to his
wife; spent most of his time out of doors。 Marthe and Michu;
distrustful of each other; lived in what is called in these days an
〃armed peace。〃 Marthe; who saw no one; suffered keenly from the
ostracism which for the last seven years had surrounded her as the
daughter of a revolutionary butcher; and the wife of a so…called
traitor。 More than once she had overheard the laborers of the
adjoining farm (held by a man named Beauvisage; greatly attached to
the Simeuse family) say as they passed the pavilion; 〃That's where
Judas lives!〃 The singular resemblance between the bailiff's head and
that of the thirteenth apostle; which his conduct appeared to carry
out; won him that odious nickname throughout the neighborhood。 It was
this distress of mind; added to vague but constant fears for the
future; which gave Marthe her thoughtful and subdued air。 Nothing
saddens so deeply as unmerited degradation from which there seems no
escape。 A painter could have made a fine picture of this family of
pariahs in the bosom of their pretty nook in Champagne; where the
landscape is generally sad。

〃Francois!〃 called the bailiff; to hasten his son。

Francois Michu; a child of ten; played in the park and forest; and
levied his little tithes like a master; he ate the fruits; he chased
the game; he at least had neither cares nor troubles。 Of all the
family; Francois alone was happy in a home thus isolated from the
neighborhood by its position between the park and the forest; and by
the still greater moral solitude of universal repulsion。

〃Pick up these things;〃 said his father; pointing to the parapet; 〃and
put them away。 Look at me! You love your father and your mother; don't
you?〃 The child flung himself on his father as if to kiss him; but
Michu made a movement to shift the gun and pushed him back。 〃Very
good。 You have sometimes chattered about things that are done here;〃
continued the father; fixing his eyes; dangerous as those of a wild…
cat; on the boy。 〃Now remember this; if you tell the least little
thing that happens here to Gaucher; or to the Grouage and Bellache
people; or even to Marianne who loves us; you will kill your father。
Never tattle again; and I will forgive what you said yesterday。〃 The
child began to cry。 〃Don't cry; but when any one questions you; say;
as the peasants do; 'I don't know。' There are persons roaming about
whom I distrust。 Run along! As for you two;〃 he added; turning to the
women; 〃you have heard what I said。 Keep a close mouth; both of you。〃

〃Husband; what are you going to do?〃

Michu; who was carefully measuring a charge of powder; poured it into
the barrel of his gun; rested the weapon against the parapet and said
to Marthe:

〃No one knows I own that gun。 Stand in front of it。〃

Couraut; who had sprung to his feet; was barking furiously。

〃Good; intelligent fellow!〃 cried Michu。 〃I am certain there are spies
about〃

Man and beast feel a spy。 Couraut and Michu; who seemed to have one
and the same soul; lived together as the Arab and his horse in the
desert。 The bailiff knew the modulations of the dog's voice; just as
the dog read his master's meaning in his eyes; or felt it exhaling in
the air from his body。

〃What do you say to that?〃 said Michu; in a low voice; calling his
wife's attention to two strangers who appeared in a by…path making for
the /rond…point/。

〃What can it mean?〃 cried the old mother。 〃They are Parisians。〃

〃Here they come!〃 said Michu。 〃Hide my gun;〃 he whispered to his wife。

The two men who now crossed the wide open space of the /rond…point/
were typical enough for a painter。 One; who appeared to be the
subaltern; wore top…boots; turned down rather low; showing well…made
calves; and colored silk stockings of doubtful cleanliness。 The
breeches; of ribbed cloth; apricot color with metal buttons; were too
large; they were baggy about the body; and the lines of their creases
seemed to indicate a sedentary man。 A marseilles waistcoat; overloaded
with embroidery; open; and held together by one button only just above
the stomach; gave to the wearer a dissipated look;all the more so;
because his jet black hair; in corkscrew curls; hid his forehead and
hung down his cheeks。 Two steel watch…chains were festooned upon his
breeches。 The shirt was adorned with a cameo in white and blue。 The
coat; cinnamon…colored; was a treasure to caricaturists by reason of
its long tails; which; when seen from behind; bore so perfect a
resemblance to a cod that the name of that fish was given to them。 The
fashion of codfish tails lasted ten years; almost the whole period of
the empire of Napoleon。 The cravat; loosely fastened; and with
numerous small folds; allowed the wearer to bury his face in it up to
the nostrils。 His pimpled skin; his long; thick; brick…dust colored
nose; his high cheek…bones; his mouth; lacking half its teeth but
greedy for all that and menacing; his ears adorned with huge gold
rings; his low forehead;all these personal details; which might have
seemed grotesque in many men; were rendered terrible in him by two
small eyes set in his head like those of a pig; expressive of
insatiable covetousness; and of insolent; half…jovial cruelty。 These
ferreting and perspicacious blue eyes; glassy and glacial; might be
taken for the model of that famous Eye; the formidable emblem of the
police; invented during the Revolution。 Black silk gloves were on his
hands and he carried a switch。 He was certainly some official
personage; for he showed in his bearing; in his way of taking snuff
and ramming it into his nose; the bureaucratic importance of an office
subordinate; one who signs for his superiors and acquires a passing
sovereignty by enforcing their orders。

The other man; whose dress was in the same style; but elegant and
elegantly put on and careful in its smallest detail; wore boots /a la/
Suwaroff which came high upon the leg above a pair of tight trousers;
and creaked as he walked。 Above his coat he wore a spencer; an
aristocratic garment adopted by the Clichiens and the young bloods of
Paris; which survived both the Clichiens and the fashionable youths。
In those days fashions sometimes lasted longer than parties;a
symptom of anarchy which the year of our Lord 1830 has again presented
to us。 This accomplished dandy seemed to be thirty years of age。 His
manners were those of good society; he wore jewels of value; the
collar of his shirt came to the tops of his ears。 His conceited and
even impertinent air betrayed a consciousness of hidden superiority。
His pallid face seemed bloodless; his thin flat nose had the sardonic
expression which we see in a death's head; and his green eyes were
inscrutable; their glance was discreet in meaning just as the thin
closed mouth was discreet in words。 The first man seemed on the whole
a good fellow compared with this younger man; who was slashing the air
with a cane; the top of which; made of gold; glittered in the
sunshine。 The first man might have cut off a head with his own hand;
but the second was capable of entangling innocence; virtue; and beauty
in the nets of calumny and intrigue; and then poisoning them or
drowning them。 The rubicund stranger would have comforted his victim
with a jest; the other was incapable of a smile。 The first was forty…
five years old; and he loved; undoubtedly; both women and good cheer。
Such men have passions which keep them slaves to their calling。 But
the young man was plainly without passions and without vices。 If he
was a spy he belonged to diplomacy; and did such work from a pure love
of art。 He conceived; the other executed; he was the idea; the other
was the form。

〃This must be Gondreville; is it not; my good woman?〃 said the young
man。

〃We don't say 'my good woman' here;〃 said Michu。 〃We are still simple
enough to say 'citizen' and 'citizeness' in these parts。〃

〃Ah!〃 exclaimed the young man; in a natural way; and without seeming
at all annoyed。

Players of ecarte often have a sense of inward disaster when some
unknown person sits down at the same table with them; whose manners;
look; voice; and method of shuffling the cards

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