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"
Ah
!
you
think
so
?
"
said
Rodolphe
.
"
For
,
after
all
,
"
she
went
on
,
"
you
are
free
--
"
she
hesitated
,
"
rich
--
"
"
Do
not
mock
me
,
"
he
replied
.
And
she
protested
that
she
was
not
mocking
him
,
when
the
report
of
a
cannon
resounded
.
Immediately
all
began
hustling
one
another
pell-mell
towards
the
village
.
It
was
a
false
alarm
.
The
prefect
seemed
not
to
be
coming
,
and
the
members
of
the
jury
felt
much
embarrassed
,
not
knowing
if
they
ought
to
begin
the
meeting
or
still
wait
.
At
last
at
the
end
of
the
Place
a
large
hired
landau
appeared
,
drawn
by
two
thin
horses
,
which
a
coachman
in
a
white
hat
was
whipping
lustily
.
Binet
had
only
just
time
to
shout
,
"
Present
arms
!
"
and
the
colonel
to
imitate
him
.
All
ran
towards
the
enclosure
;
everyone
pushed
forward
.
A
few
even
forgot
their
collars
;
but
the
equipage
of
the
prefect
seemed
to
anticipate
the
crowd
,
and
the
two
yoked
jades
,
trapesing
in
their
harness
,
came
up
at
a
little
trot
in
front
of
the
peristyle
of
the
town
hall
at
the
very
moment
when
the
National
Guard
and
firemen
deployed
,
beating
drums
and
marking
time
.
"
Present
!
"
shouted
Binet
.
"
Halt
!
"
shouted
the
colonel
.
"
Left
about
,
march
.
"
And
after
presenting
arms
,
during
which
the
clang
of
the
band
,
letting
loose
,
rang
out
like
a
brass
kettle
rolling
downstairs
,
all
the
guns
were
lowered
.
Then
was
seen
stepping
down
from
the
carriage
a
gentleman
in
a
short
coat
with
silver
braiding
,
with
bald
brow
,
and
wearing
a
tuft
of
hair
at
the
back
of
his
head
,
of
a
sallow
complexion
and
the
most
benign
appearance
.
His
eyes
,
very
large
and
covered
by
heavy
lids
,
were
half-closed
to
look
at
the
crowd
,
while
at
the
same
time
he
raised
his
sharp
nose
,
and
forced
a
smile
upon
his
sunken
mouth
.
He
recognised
the
mayor
by
his
scarf
,
and
explained
to
him
that
the
prefect
was
not
able
to
come
.
He
himself
was
a
councillor
at
the
prefecture
;
then
he
added
a
few
apologies
.
Monsieur
Tuvache
answered
them
with
compliments
;
the
other
confessed
himself
nervous
;
and
they
remained
thus
,
face
to
face
,
their
foreheads
almost
touching
,
with
the
members
of
the
jury
all
round
,
the
municipal
council
,
the
notable
personages
,
the
National
Guard
and
the
crowd
.
The
councillor
pressing
his
little
cocked
hat
to
his
breast
repeated
his
bows
,
while
Tuvache
,
bent
like
a
bow
,
also
smiled
,
stammered
,
tried
to
say
something
,
protested
his
devotion
to
the
monarchy
and
the
honour
that
was
being
done
to
Yonville
.
Hippolyte
,
the
groom
from
the
inn
,
took
the
head
of
the
horses
from
the
coachman
,
and
,
limping
along
with
his
club-foot
,
led
them
to
the
door
of
the
"
Lion
d'Or
"
,
where
a
number
of
peasants
collected
to
look
at
the
carriage
.
