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1 19 | eat-but how this was to be accomplished he did not know. For three
2 5 | for worlds have passed his accustomed bounds.~
3 4 | poultry yard in the farm adjoining the chateau, and if he was
4 3 | a vagabond all his life afterward -- the only thing he knew
5 | again
6 2 | At the age of fifteen both his legs
7 12 | of bread only three days ago!~
8 25 | December wind, some mysterious aid from Heaven or from men,
9 27 | and, being of skillful aim, killed at the first shot
10 4 | time the Baroness d'Avary allowed him to sleep in a kind of
11 | alone
12 | also
13 | an
14 7 | the agility of a wild animal seeking its lair. He threw
15 6 | about here?" he did not answer, but slunk away, possessed
16 9 | crutches having made his arms surprisingly muscular he
17 25 | least idea whence it was to arrive. A number of black hens
18 31 | About midday the police arrived. They opened the door of
19 7 | seeking its lair. He threw aside his crutches, fell to the
20 6 | bounded his vision. He did not ask himself the question. And
21 20 | peasant he met, and of whom he asked alms, replied:~
22 31 | part, for Farmer Chiquet asserted that he had been attacked
23 41 | dead on the floor. Such an astonishing thing!~
24 31 | asserted that he had been attacked by him and had had great,
25 4 | one time the Baroness d'Avary allowed him to sleep in
26 8 | police, but the instinct to avoid them was in his blood. He
27 6 | he always instinctively avoided, taking refuge in the bushes
28 | away
29 28 | received a violent blow in his back which made him let go his
30 3 | brandy given him by the baker (such a funny story!) and
31 3 | eve of All Saints' Day and baptized, for that reason, Nicholas
32 9 | slipping unperceived into barns and stables. He always decamped
33 4 | At one time the Baroness d'Avary allowed him to sleep
34 25 | they snapped up in their beaks a grain of corn or a tiny
35 10 | He lived like the beasts of the field. He was in
36 29 | when they were tired of beating him they carried him off
37 | become
38 | beforehand
39 2 | From that time forth he begged, dragging himself along
40 5 | existence. He had limited his begging operations and would not
41 | behind
42 27 | which lay within reach, and, being of skillful aim, killed
43 | Besides
44 34 | could not move. He did his best to raise himself on his
45 1 | He had seen better days, despite his present
46 | beyond
47 27 | fowl nearest to him. The bird fell on its side, flapping
48 25 | corner of the farmyard in the biting December wind, some mysterious
49 23 | It was one of those cold, bleak days, when the heart is
50 30 | Bell," half dead, bleeding and perishing with hunger,
51 7 | his tattered vestments blending in hue with the earth on
52 18 | December and a cold wind blew over the fields and whistled
53 8 | to avoid them was in his blood. He seemed to have inherited
54 28 | head he received a violent blow in his back which made him
55 28 | reached the little black body with its crimsoned head
56 | both
57 6 | the trees which had always bounded his vision. He did not ask
58 5 | have passed his accustomed bounds.~
59 18 | whistled through the bare branches of the trees; the clouds
60 3 | drunk several glasses of brandy given him by the baker (
61 10 | no one, exciting in the breasts of the peasants only a sort
62 9 | one could creep into farm buildings, and the handling of his
63 6 | avoided, taking refuge in the bushes or behind heaps of stones
64 | can
65 18 | of the trees; the clouds careered madly across the black,
66 10 | peasants only a sort of careless contempt and smoldering
67 2 | legs had been crushed by a carriage on the Varville highway.
68 29 | tired of beating him they carried him off and shut him up
69 35 | the fear of a mouse for a cat-and by the exercise of almost
70 3 | Nicholas Toussaint, reared by charity, utterly without education,
71 4 | in the farm adjoining the chateau, and if he was in great
72 10 | his two crutches like a church bell between its supports.~
73 4 | sure of getting a glass of cider and a crust of bread in
74 4 | recess spread with straw, close to the poultry yard in the
75 18 | branches of the trees; the clouds careered madly across the
76 9 | a time, provided he had collected a sufficient store of food
77 33 | Come, get up!"~
78 27 | reflect that he was going to commit a theft. He took up a stone
79 19 | gnawing his vitals, and in his confused, slow-working mind he had
80 6 | a poor wretch who fears confusedly a thousand things -- new
81 3 | without education, crippled in consequence of having drunk several
82 6 | when the peasants, tired of constantly meeting him in their fields
83 10 | only a sort of careless contempt and smoldering hostility.
84 26 | be good to eat if it were cooked over a fire of dead wood.~
85 17 | without getting a single copper or so much as a dry crust.
86 25 | in their beaks a grain of corn or a tiny insect; then they
87 6 | the policemen walking in couples on the roads. These last
88 7 | crouched like a bare under cover, his tattered vestments
89 7 | with the earth on which he cowered.~
90 9 | through which one could creep into farm buildings, and
91 32 | The sergeant cried:~
92 28 | little black body with its crimsoned head he received a violent
93 18 | black, threatening sky. The cripple dragged himself slowly along,
94 3 | utterly without education, crippled in consequence of having
95 7 | as small as possible and crouched like a bare under cover,
96 2 | fifteen both his legs had been crushed by a carriage on the Varville
97 18 | slowly along, raising one crutch after the other with a painful
98 28 | beside himself with rage, cuffed and kicked the marauder
99 29 | and joined their master in cuffing the lame beggar. Then when
100 4 | At one time the Baroness d'Avary allowed him to sleep
101 30 | came -- then night -- then dawn. And still he had not eaten.~
102 36 | along until the evening, too dazed to know what was happening
103 9 | barns and stables. He always decamped before his presence could
104 14 | The women declared to one another as they stood
105 28 | plundered peasant as "Bell" lay defenceless before him.~
106 31 | had great, difficulty in defending himself.~
107 5 | forty years, dragging his deformed and tattered person from
108 36 | of the farm watched his departure. The women shook their fists
109 36 | energy -- the energy of despair -- to drag himself along
110 1 | He had seen better days, despite his present misery and infirmities.~
111 31 | by him and had had great, difficulty in defending himself.~
112 9 | before his presence could be discovered. He knew all the holes through
113 39 | faces and houses struck dismay into his heart.~
114 28 | sent him flying ten paces distant. And Farmer Chiquet, beside
115 18 | propping himself on the one distorted leg which remained to him.~
116 6 | their lanes, exclaimed: "Why don't you go to other villages
117 11 | shouted to him from their doorsteps when they saw him coming:~
118 18 | threatening sky. The cripple dragged himself slowly along, raising
119 3 | in consequence of having drunk several glasses of brandy
120 17 | single copper or so much as a dry crust. His only hope was
121 41 | following day. But when in the early morning they came to examine
122 2 | his shoulders up to his ears. His head looked as if it
123 26 | those fowls would be good to eat if it were cooked over a
124 19 | he had only one idea-to eat-but how this was to be accomplished
125 3 | charity, utterly without education, crippled in consequence
126 | either
127 | elsewhere
128 17 | his pocket were equally empty, but he started on his way.~
129 | enough
130 17 | stomach and his pocket were equally empty, but he started on
131 3 | of Les Billettes on the eve of All Saints' Day and baptized,
132 | even
133 39 | terrible and unexpected events of the last two days, all
134 | Ever
135 5 | he was too well known. Everybody had grown tired of seeing
136 | everything
137 | everywhere
138 41 | early morning they came to examine him he was found dead on
139 10 | knew no one, loved no one, exciting in the breasts of the peasants
140 6 | fields or along their lanes, exclaimed: "Why don't you go to other
141 35 | mouse for a cat-and by the exercise of almost superhuman effort
142 5 | the whole of his miserable existence. He had limited his begging
143 6 | even know whether the world extended for any distance beyond
144 39 | town. He had never been so far before. He did not realize
145 23 | visited the neighboring farms, toiling through the muddy
146 2 | the roads and through the farmyards, supported by crutches which
147 13 | was received in the same fashion.~
148 31 | with the utmost precaution, fearing resistance on the beggar'
149 6 | dread of a poor wretch who fears confusedly a thousand things --
150 15 | We can't feed that lazy brute all the
151 34 | police, thinking his weakness feigned, pulled him up by main force
152 17 | along the highroad, and he felt so weary that he could hardly
153 29 | woodshed, while they went to fetch the police.~
154 10 | lived like the beasts of the field. He was in the midst of
155 2 | At the age of fifteen both his legs had been crushed
156 26 | if it were cooked over a fire of dead wood.~
157 36 | departure. The women shook their fists at him the men scoffed at
158 27 | The bird fell on its side, flapping its wings. The others fled
159 27 | flapping its wings. The others fled wildly hither and thither,
160 28 | his crutches and sent him flying ten paces distant. And Farmer
161 41 | was left alone until the following day. But when in the early
162 34 | feigned, pulled him up by main force and set him between the
163 2 | supported by crutches which forced his shoulders up to his
164 2 | highway. From that time forth he begged, dragging himself
165 | forty
166 36 | Forward!" said the sergeant. He
167 | found
168 3 | A foundling, picked up out of a ditch
169 27 | killed at the first shot the fowl nearest to him. The bird
170 26 | thought that one of those fowls would be good to eat if
171 36 | was happening to him, too frightened to understand.~
172 23 | days, when the heart is frozen and the temper irritable,
173 24 | enough to realize to the full his unutterable misery.~
174 3 | him by the baker (such a funny story!) and a vagabond all
175 28 | the marauder with all the fury of a plundered peasant as "
176 35 | uniform, the fear of the game in presence of the sportsman,
177 33 | Come, get up!"~
178 23 | hands do not open either to give money or food.~
179 3 | several glasses of brandy given him by the baker (such a
180 6 | insults, the suspicious glances of people who do not know
181 4 | he was sure of getting a glass of cider and a crust of
182 3 | of having drunk several glasses of brandy given him by the
183 7 | distance, 'With uniforms gleaming in the sun, he was suddenly
184 19 | moments' rest. Hunger was gnawing his vitals, and in his confused,
185 27 | not reflect that he was going to commit a theft. He took
186 12 | Be off with you, you good-for-nothing vagabond! Why, I gave you
187 22 | his way. At every door he got nothing but hard words.
188 25 | snapped up in their beaks a grain of corn or a tiny insect;
189 5 | well known. Everybody had grown tired of seeing him, day
190 36 | went off between his two guards. He mustered sufficient
191 30 | Bell," half dead, bleeding and perishing
192 22 | village, but received not a halfpenny for his pains.~
193 3 | to do was to hold out his hand for alms.~
194 9 | farm buildings, and the handling of his crutches having made
195 36 | too dazed to know what was happening to him, too frightened to
196 22 | door he got nothing but hard words. He made the round
197 9 | surprisingly muscular he often hauled himself up through sheer
198 9 | sheer strength of wrist into hay-lofts, where he sometimes remained
199 6 | in the bushes or behind heaps of stones when he saw them
200 25 | some mysterious aid from Heaven or from men, without the
201 25 | arrive. A number of black hens ran hither and thither,
202 | her
203 | here
204 17 | walk five miles along the highroad, and he felt so weary that
205 2 | carriage on the Varville highway. From that time forth he
206 9 | discovered. He knew all the holes through which one could
207 10 | contempt and smoldering hostility. They nicknamed him "Bell,"
208 19 | did not know. For three hours he continued his painful
209 13 | his crutches to the next house, where he was received in
210 7 | tattered vestments blending in hue with the earth on which
211 25 | hope which persists in the human heart in spite of everything.
212 10 | nicknamed him "Bell," because he hung between his two crutches
213 25 | from men, without the least idea whence it was to arrive.
214 19 | slow-working mind he had only one idea-to eat-but how this was to
215 40 | and his thoughts were too indeterminate to be put into words.~
216 1 | despite his present misery and infirmities.~
217 8 | blood. He seemed to have inherited it from the parents he had
218 36 | sergeant. He walked. All the inmates of the farm watched his
219 25 | grain of corn or a tiny insect; then they continued their
220 19 | the trees of the village inspired him with new energy.~
221 | instead
222 8 | with the police, but the instinct to avoid them was in his
223 6 | roads. These last he always instinctively avoided, taking refuge in
224 36 | him the men scoffed at and insulted him. He was taken at last!
225 6 | things -- new faces, taunts, insults, the suspicious glances
226 24 | tortured by hunger, but hardly intelligent enough to realize to the
227 23 | is frozen and the temper irritable, and hands do not open either
228 41 | was shut up in the town jail. It did not occur to the
229 29 | farm hands came up also and joined their master in cuffing
230 19 | he continued his painful journey. Then at last the sight
231 28 | Just as he reached the little
232 28 | himself with rage, cuffed and kicked the marauder with all the
233 27 | being of skillful aim, killed at the first shot the fowl
234 4 | a crust of bread in the kitchen. Moreover, the old lady
235 4 | kitchen. Moreover, the old lady often threw him a few pennies
236 7 | wild animal seeking its lair. He threw aside his crutches,
237 29 | their master in cuffing the lame beggar. Then when they were
238 23 | toiling through the muddy land, so exhausted that he could
239 6 | their fields or along their lanes, exclaimed: "Why don't you
240 41 | might need food, and he was left alone until the following
241 18 | himself on the one distorted leg which remained to him.~
242 2 | age of fifteen both his legs had been crushed by a carriage
243 | let
244 24 | across Chiquet's farmyard. Letting his crutches slip to the
245 3 | and a vagabond all his life afterward -- the only thing
246 5 | miserable existence. He had limited his begging operations and
247 7 | fell to the ground like a limp rag, made himself as small
248 27 | picking up his crutches, limped across to where his victim
249 6 | villages instead of always limping about here?" he did not
250 28 | Just as he reached the little black body with its crimsoned
251 10 | He lived like the beasts of the field.
252 25 | earth which supports all living things. Ever now and then
253 2 | up to his ears. His head looked as if it were squeezed in
254 40 | past that he had almost lost the use of his tongue, and
255 10 | of men, yet knew no one, loved no one, exciting in the
256 18 | trees; the clouds careered madly across the black, threatening
257 34 | feigned, pulled him up by main force and set him between
258 | make
259 | many
260 28 | rage, cuffed and kicked the marauder with all the fury of a plundered
261 29 | up also and joined their master in cuffing the lame beggar.
262 6 | peasants, tired of constantly meeting him in their fields or along
263 31 | About midday the police arrived. They
264 10 | the field. He was in the midst of men, yet knew no one,
265 | might
266 17 | would have to walk five miles along the highroad, and
267 5 | had spent the whole of his miserable existence. He had limited
268 19 | beside a ditch for a few moments' rest. Hunger was gnawing
269 23 | not open either to give money or food.~
270 | Moreover
271 41 | day. But when in the early morning they came to examine him
272 24 | the ground, he remained motionless, tortured by hunger, but
273 2 | squeezed in between two mountains.~
274 35 | sportsman, the fear of a mouse for a cat-and by the exercise
275 34 | But "Bell" could not move. He did his best to raise
276 | much
277 23 | farms, toiling through the muddy land, so exhausted that
278 9 | made his arms surprisingly muscular he often hauled himself
279 36 | between his two guards. He mustered sufficient energy -- the
280 37 | watch him go by and peasants muttered:~
281 25 | biting December wind, some mysterious aid from Heaven or from
282 35 | Fear seized him -- his native fear of a uniform, the fear
283 27 | the first shot the fowl nearest to him. The bird fell on
284 16 | And yet the "lazy brute" needed food every day.~
285 23 | Then he visited the neighboring farms, toiling through the
286 | next
287 3 | baptized, for that reason, Nicholas Toussaint, reared by charity,
288 10 | smoldering hostility. They nicknamed him "Bell," because he hung
289 30 | floor. Evening came -- then night -- then dawn. And still
290 25 | whence it was to arrive. A number of black hens ran hither
291 25 | their slow, sure search for nutriment.~
292 41 | the town jail. It did not occur to the police that he might
293 26 | anything. Then a thought occurred rather to his stomach than
294 23 | irritable, and hands do not open either to give money or
295 31 | the police arrived. They opened the door of the woodshed
296 5 | had limited his begging operations and would not for worlds
297 | others
298 28 | and sent him flying ten paces distant. And Farmer Chiquet,
299 22 | not a halfpenny for his pains.~
300 8 | have inherited it from the parents he had never known.~
301 31 | resistance on the beggar's part, for Farmer Chiquet asserted
302 5 | place on earth but this particular corner of the country, these
303 5 | would not for worlds have passed his accustomed bounds.~
304 40 | no one for so many years past that he had almost lost
305 11 | anything now. Every one's patience was exhausted. Women shouted
306 4 | lady often threw him a few pennies from her window. But she
307 7 | When he perceived them in the distance, 'With
308 30 | half dead, bleeding and perishing with hunger, lay on the
309 25 | with that vague hope which persists in the human heart in spite
310 5 | his deformed and tattered person from door to door on his
311 3 | A foundling, picked up out of a ditch by the
312 27 | and thither, and "Bell," picking up his crutches, limped
313 12 | vagabond! Why, I gave you a piece of bread only three days
314 28 | marauder with all the fury of a plundered peasant as "Bell" lay defenceless
315 17 | yard. His stomach and his pocket were equally empty, but
316 6 | do not know him and the policemen walking in couples on the
317 6 | unknown -- the dread of a poor wretch who fears confusedly
318 7 | made himself as small as possible and crouched like a bare
319 4 | with straw, close to the poultry yard in the farm adjoining
320 31 | woodshed with the utmost precaution, fearing resistance on the
321 1 | better days, despite his present misery and infirmities.~
322 3 | up out of a ditch by the priest of Les Billettes on the
323 18 | other with a painful effort, propping himself on the one distorted
324 9 | or five days at a time, provided he had collected a sufficient
325 34 | thinking his weakness feigned, pulled him up by main force and
326 40 | too indeterminate to be put into words.~
327 6 | did not ask himself the question. And when the peasants,
328 7 | to the ground like a limp rag, made himself as small as
329 28 | Chiquet, beside himself with rage, cuffed and kicked the marauder
330 18 | dragged himself slowly along, raising one crutch after the other
331 25 | A number of black hens ran hither and thither, seeking
332 | rather
333 3 | reason, Nicholas Toussaint, reared by charity, utterly without
334 3 | Day and baptized, for that reason, Nicholas Toussaint, reared
335 23 | ground. He met with the same reception everywhere. It was one of
336 4 | him to sleep in a kind of recess spread with straw, close
337 27 | He did not reflect that he was going to commit
338 35 | superhuman effort he succeeded in remaining upright.~
339 9 | and in winter he showed remarkable skill in slipping unperceived
340 20 | and of whom he asked alms, replied:~
341 31 | utmost precaution, fearing resistance on the beggar's part, for
342 19 | ditch for a few moments' rest. Hunger was gnawing his
343 21 | scamp? Shall I never be rid of you?"~
344 36 | was taken at last! Good riddance! He went off between his
345 37 | People whom he met on the road stopped to watch him go
346 9 | He had no refuge, no roof for his head, no shelter
347 24 | in the corner of a ditch running across Chiquet's farmyard.
348 17 | He had exhausted Saint-Hilaire, Varville and Les Billettes
349 3 | Billettes on the eve of All Saints' Day and baptized, for that
350 24 | the houses he knew, "Bell" sank down in the corner of a
351 19 | Now and then he sat down beside a ditch for
352 40 | word, having nothing to say because he understood nothing.
353 21 | you again, is it, you old scamp? Shall I never be rid of
354 5 | villages people gave him scarcely anything -- he was too well
355 36 | their fists at him the men scoffed at and insulted him. He
356 25 | continued their slow, sure search for nutriment.~
357 5 | Everybody had grown tired of seeing him, day after day for forty
358 | seemed
359 1 | He had seen better days, despite his
360 35 | Fear seized him -- his native fear of
361 28 | hold of his crutches and sent him flying ten paces distant.
362 34 | him up by main force and set him between the crutches.~
363 | several
364 | Shall
365 | she
366 9 | hauled himself up through sheer strength of wrist into hay-lofts,
367 9 | no roof for his head, no shelter of any kind. In summer he
368 36 | his departure. The women shook their fists at him the men
369 27 | aim, killed at the first shot the fowl nearest to him.
370 2 | crutches which forced his shoulders up to his ears. His head
371 11 | patience was exhausted. Women shouted to him from their doorsteps
372 9 | of doors and in winter he showed remarkable skill in slipping
373 27 | him. The bird fell on its side, flapping its wings. The
374 19 | journey. Then at last the sight of the trees of the village
375 17 | Billettes without getting a single copper or so much as a dry
376 9 | winter he showed remarkable skill in slipping unperceived
377 27 | within reach, and, being of skillful aim, killed at the first
378 18 | across the black, threatening sky. The cripple dragged himself
379 4 | Baroness d'Avary allowed him to sleep in a kind of recess spread
380 9 | of any kind. In summer he slept out of doors and in winter
381 24 | farmyard. Letting his crutches slip to the ground, he remained
382 9 | showed remarkable skill in slipping unperceived into barns and
383 25 | then they continued their slow, sure search for nutriment.~
384 19 | vitals, and in his confused, slow-working mind he had only one idea-to
385 18 | cripple dragged himself slowly along, raising one crutch
386 6 | he did not answer, but slunk away, possessed with a vague
387 7 | limp rag, made himself as small as possible and crouched
388 10 | of careless contempt and smoldering hostility. They nicknamed
389 25 | Ever now and then they snapped up in their beaks a grain
390 | sometimes
391 10 | breasts of the peasants only a sort of careless contempt and
392 5 | four villages where he had spent the whole of his miserable
393 25 | persists in the human heart in spite of everything. He awaited
394 40 | nothing. Besides, he had spoken to no one for so many years
395 35 | game in presence of the sportsman, the fear of a mouse for
396 4 | sleep in a kind of recess spread with straw, close to the
397 2 | head looked as if it were squeezed in between two mountains.~
398 9 | unperceived into barns and stables. He always decamped before
399 17 | were equally empty, but he started on his way.~
400 | still
401 27 | commit a theft. He took up a stone which lay within reach,
402 6 | bushes or behind heaps of stones when he saw them coming.~
403 14 | declared to one another as they stood at their doors:~
404 37 | whom he met on the road stopped to watch him go by and peasants
405 9 | had collected a sufficient store of food beforehand.~
406 3 | the baker (such a funny story!) and a vagabond all his
407 4 | kind of recess spread with straw, close to the poultry yard
408 9 | himself up through sheer strength of wrist into hay-lofts,
409 39 | unfamiliar faces and houses struck dismay into his heart.~
410 35 | almost superhuman effort he succeeded in remaining upright.~
411 34 | his crutches, but without success. The police, thinking his
412 7 | gleaming in the sun, he was suddenly possessed with unwonted
413 9 | shelter of any kind. In summer he slept out of doors and
414 7 | uniforms gleaming in the sun, he was suddenly possessed
415 35 | by the exercise of almost superhuman effort he succeeded in remaining
416 2 | and through the farmyards, supported by crutches which forced
417 9 | crutches having made his arms surprisingly muscular he often hauled
418 6 | faces, taunts, insults, the suspicious glances of people who do
419 36 | and insulted him. He was taken at last! Good riddance!
420 | taking
421 6 | thousand things -- new faces, taunts, insults, the suspicious
422 23 | heart is frozen and the temper irritable, and hands do
423 28 | crutches and sent him flying ten paces distant. And Farmer
424 39 | to become of him. All the terrible and unexpected events of
425 [Title]| Text~
426 | than
427 27 | he was going to commit a theft. He took up a stone which
428 | there
429 38 | It's some thief or other."~
430 40 | use of his tongue, and his thoughts were too indeterminate to
431 6 | wretch who fears confusedly a thousand things -- new faces, taunts,
432 18 | madly across the black, threatening sky. The cripple dragged
433 25 | beaks a grain of corn or a tiny insect; then they continued
434 23 | visited the neighboring farms, toiling through the muddy land,
435 40 | almost lost the use of his tongue, and his thoughts were too
436 27 | going to commit a theft. He took up a stone which lay within
437 24 | he remained motionless, tortured by hunger, but hardly intelligent
438 17 | crust. His only hope was in Tournolles, but to reach this place
439 3 | for that reason, Nicholas Toussaint, reared by charity, utterly
440 | Toward
441 8 | He had never had any trouble with the police, but the
442 13 | And he turned on his crutches to the next
443 | under
444 36 | to him, too frightened to understand.~
445 40 | nothing to say because he understood nothing. Besides, he had
446 39 | him. All the terrible and unexpected events of the last two days,
447 39 | last two days, all these unfamiliar faces and houses struck
448 35 | his native fear of a uniform, the fear of the game in
449 7 | them in the distance, 'With uniforms gleaming in the sun, he
450 6 | with a vague dread of the unknown -- the dread of a poor wretch
451 9 | remarkable skill in slipping unperceived into barns and stables.
452 24 | realize to the full his unutterable misery.~
453 7 | suddenly possessed with unwonted agility -- the agility of
454 35 | he succeeded in remaining upright.~
455 40 | that he had almost lost the use of his tongue, and his thoughts
456 31 | of the woodshed with the utmost precaution, fearing resistance
457 3 | Toussaint, reared by charity, utterly without education, crippled
458 7 | under cover, his tattered vestments blending in hue with the
459 27 | limped across to where his victim lay.~
460 28 | crimsoned head he received a violent blow in his back which made
461 6 | which had always bounded his vision. He did not ask himself
462 19 | Hunger was gnawing his vitals, and in his confused, slow-working
463 17 | this place he would have to walk five miles along the highroad,
464 36 | said the sergeant. He walked. All the inmates of the
465 6 | know him and the policemen walking in couples on the roads.
466 37 | met on the road stopped to watch him go by and peasants muttered:~
467 | We
468 34 | The police, thinking his weakness feigned, pulled him up by
469 17 | highroad, and he felt so weary that he could hardly drag
470 | well
471 | whence
472 | whether
473 | while
474 18 | blew over the fields and whistled through the bare branches
475 7 | agility -- the agility of a wild animal seeking its lair.
476 27 | its wings. The others fled wildly hither and thither, and "
477 4 | him a few pennies from her window. But she was dead now.~
478 27 | on its side, flapping its wings. The others fled wildly
479 9 | slept out of doors and in winter he showed remarkable skill
480 | within
481 26 | cooked over a fire of dead wood.~
482 5 | from door to door on his wooden crutches. But he could not
483 40 | He said not a word, having nothing to say because
484 6 | not even know whether the world extended for any distance
485 5 | operations and would not for worlds have passed his accustomed
486 6 | unknown -- the dread of a poor wretch who fears confusedly a thousand
487 9 | through sheer strength of wrist into hay-lofts, where he
488 15 | that lazy brute all the year round!"~
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