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Madeleine
and
the
mother
walked
side
by
side
in
silence
;
the
two
men
joined
them
.
They
soon
reached
the
village
,
at
the
entrance
to
which
stood
M.
Duroy
's
tavern
.
A
pine
board
fastened
over
the
door
indicated
that
thirsty
people
might
enter
.
The
table
was
laid
.
A
neighbor
,
who
had
come
to
assist
,
made
a
low
courtesy
on
seeing
so
beautiful
a
lady
appear
;
then
recognizing
Georges
,
she
cried
:
"
Oh
Lord
,
is
it
you
?
"
He
replied
merrily
:
"
Yes
,
it
is
I
,
Mother
Brulin
,
"
and
he
kissed
her
as
he
had
kissed
his
father
and
mother
.
Then
he
turned
to
his
wife
:
"
Come
into
our
room
,
"
said
he
,
"
you
can
lay
aside
your
hat
.
"
They
passed
through
a
door
to
the
right
and
entered
a
room
paved
with
brick
,
with
whitewashed
walls
and
a
bed
with
cotton
hangings
.
A
crucifix
above
a
holy-water
basin
and
two
colored
prints
,
representing
Paul
and
Virginia
beneath
a
blue
palm-tree
,
and
Napoleon
I.
on
a
yellow
horse
,
were
the
only
ornaments
in
that
neat
,
but
bare
room
.
When
they
were
alone
,
Georges
embraced
Madeleine
.
"
Good
morning
,
Made
!
I
am
glad
to
see
the
old
people
once
more
.
When
one
is
in
Paris
one
does
not
think
of
this
place
,
but
when
one
returns
,
one
enjoys
it
just
the
same
.
"
At
that
moment
his
father
cried
,
knocking
on
the
partition
with
his
fist
:
"
Come
,
the
soup
is
ready
.
"
They
re-entered
the
large
public-room
and
took
their
seats
at
the
table
.
The
meal
was
a
long
one
,
served
in
a
truly
rustic
fashion
.
Father
Duroy
,
enlivened
by
the
cider
and
several
glasses
of
wine
,
related
many
anecdotes
,
while
Georges
,
to
whom
they
were
all
familiar
,
laughed
at
them
.
