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The
neighbouring
farmers
'
wives
,
when
they
got
off
their
horses
,
pulled
out
the
long
pins
that
fastened
around
them
their
dresses
,
turned
up
for
fear
of
mud
;
and
the
husbands
,
for
their
part
,
in
order
to
save
their
hats
,
kept
their
handkerchiefs
around
them
,
holding
one
corner
between
their
teeth
.
The
crowd
came
into
the
main
street
from
both
ends
of
the
village
.
People
poured
in
from
the
lanes
,
the
alleys
,
the
houses
;
and
from
time
to
time
one
heard
knockers
banging
against
doors
closing
behind
women
with
their
gloves
,
who
were
going
out
to
see
the
fete
.
What
was
most
admired
were
two
long
lamp-stands
covered
with
lanterns
,
that
flanked
a
platform
on
which
the
authorities
were
to
sit
.
Besides
this
there
were
against
the
four
columns
of
the
town
hall
four
kinds
of
poles
,
each
bearing
a
small
standard
of
greenish
cloth
,
embellished
with
inscriptions
in
gold
letters
.
On
one
was
written
,
"
To
Commerce
"
;
on
the
other
,
"
To
Agriculture
"
;
on
the
third
,
"
To
Industry
"
;
and
on
the
fourth
,
"
To
the
Fine
Arts
.
"
But
the
jubilation
that
brightened
all
faces
seemed
to
darken
that
of
Madame
Lefrancois
,
the
innkeeper
.
Standing
on
her
kitchen-steps
she
muttered
to
herself
,
"
What
rubbish
!
what
rubbish
!
With
their
canvas
booth
!
Do
they
think
the
prefect
will
be
glad
to
dine
down
there
under
a
tent
like
a
gipsy
?
They
call
all
this
fussing
doing
good
to
the
place
!
Then
it
was
n't
worth
while
sending
to
Neufchatel
for
the
keeper
of
a
cookshop
!
And
for
whom
?
For
cowherds
!
tatterdemalions
!
"
The
druggist
was
passing
.
He
had
on
a
frock-coat
,
nankeen
trousers
,
beaver
shoes
,
and
,
for
a
wonder
,
a
hat
with
a
low
crown
.
"
Your
servant
!
Excuse
me
,
I
am
in
a
hurry
.
"
And
as
the
fat
widow
asked
where
he
was
going
--
"
It
seems
odd
to
you
,
does
n't
it
,
I
who
am
always
more
cooped
up
in
my
laboratory
than
the
man
's
rat
in
his
cheese
.
"
"
What
cheese
?
"
asked
the
landlady
.
"
Oh
,
nothing
!
nothing
!
"
Homais
continued
.
"
I
merely
wished
to
convey
to
you
,
Madame
Lefrancois
,
that
I
usually
live
at
home
like
a
recluse
.
To-day
,
however
,
considering
the
circumstances
,
it
is
necessary
--
"
