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as rich as this, I must keep my eyes open. When the master is away, I am responsible for everything, and I cannot open the door to the first person that comes along."
"It is a bad custom," said Germain, "and I had rather be poor than to live in constant fear like that. Good-by to you, young woman, and goodby to your vile country."
He made inquiries at the neighboring house. The shepherdess and child had been seen. As the boy had left Belair suddenly, carelessly dressed, with his blouse torn, and his little lambskin over his shoulders, and as little Marie was necessarily poorly clad at all times, they had been taken for beggars. People had offered them bread. The girl had accepted a crust for the child, who was hungry, then she had walked away with him very quickly, and had entered the forest.
Germain thought a minute, then he asked whether the farmer of Ormeaux had not been at Fourche.
"Yes," they answered, "he passed on horseback a few seconds after the girl."
"Was he chasing her?"
"Oh, so you understand?" answered the village publican, with a laugh. "Certain it is that he is the
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