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At
a
village
some
leagues
beyond
Metz
,
the
postmaster
came
and
told
him
that
there
were
no
horses
.
It
was
ten
o
’
clock
in
the
evening
.
Julien
was
very
annoyed
and
asked
for
supper
.
He
walked
in
front
of
the
door
and
gradually
without
being
noticed
passed
into
the
stable
-
yard
.
He
did
not
see
any
horses
there
.
"
That
man
looked
strange
though
,
"
thought
Julien
to
himself
.
"
He
was
scrutinizing
me
with
his
brutal
eyes
.
"
As
one
sees
he
was
beginning
to
be
slightly
sceptical
of
all
he
heard
.
He
thought
of
escaping
after
supper
,
and
in
order
to
learn
at
any
rate
something
about
the
surrounding
country
,
he
left
his
room
to
go
and
warm
himself
at
the
kitchen
fire
.
He
was
overjoyed
to
find
there
the
celebrated
singer
,
signor
Geronimo
.
The
Neopolitan
was
ensconced
in
an
armchair
which
he
had
had
brought
near
the
fire
.
He
was
groaning
aloud
,
and
was
speaking
more
to
himself
than
to
the
twenty
dumbfounded
German
peasants
who
surrounded
him
.
"
Those
people
will
be
my
ruin
,
"
he
cried
to
Julien
,
"
I
have
promised
to
sing
to
-
morrow
at
Mayence
.
Seven
sovereign
princes
have
gone
there
to
hear
me
.
Let
us
go
and
take
the
air
,
"
he
added
,
meaningly
.
When
he
had
gone
a
hundred
yards
down
the
road
,
and
it
was
impossible
to
be
overheard
,
he
said
to
Julien
:
"
Do
you
know
the
real
truth
,
the
postmaster
is
a
scoundrel
.
When
I
went
out
for
a
walk
I
gave
twenty
sous
to
a
little
ragamuffin
who
told
me
everything
.
There
are
twelve
horses
in
the
stable
at
the
other
end
of
the
village
.
They
want
to
stop
some
courier
.
"
"
Really
,
"
said
Julien
innocently
.
Discovering
the
fraud
was
not
enough
;
the
thing
was
to
get
away
,
but
Geronimo
and
his
friends
could
not
succeed
in
doing
this
.
