Four Short Stories By Emile Zola eBook

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An old peasant spoke of the war the emperor had declared against Prussia.  All the village lads had already departed.  On the preceding day troops had again passed through the place.  There was going to be hard fighting.

“Bah!” said Pere Merlier with the selfishness of a happy man.  “Dominique is a foreigner; he will not go to the war.  And if the Prussians come here he will be on hand to defend his wife!”

The idea that the Prussians might come there seemed a good joke.  They were going to receive a sound whipping, and the affair would soon be over.

“I have afready seen them; I have already seen them,” repeated the old peasant in a hollow voice.

There was silence.  Then they drank again.  Francoise and Dominique had heard nothing; they had gently taken each other by the hand behind the bench, so that nobody could see them, and it seemed so delightful that they remained where they were, their eyes plunged into the depths of the shadows.

What a warm and superb night it was!  The village slumbered on both edges of the white highway in infantile quietude.  From time to time was heard the crowing of some chanticleer aroused too soon.  From the huge wood near by came long breaths, which passed over the roofs like caresses.  The meadows, with their dark shadows, assumed a mysterious and dreamy majesty, while all the springs, all the flowing waters which gurgled in the darkness, seemed to be the cool and rhythmical respiration of the sleeping country.  Occasionally the ancient mill wheel, lost in a doze, appeared to dream like those old watchdogs that bark while snoring; it cracked; it talked to itself, rocked by the fall of the Morelle, the surface of which gave forth the musical and continuous sound of an organ pipe.  Never had more profound peace descended upon a happier corner of nature.



A month later, on the day preceding that of Saint Louis, Rocreuse was in a state of terror.  The Prussians had beaten the emperor and were advancing by forced marches toward the village.  For a week past people who hurried along the highway had been announcing them thus:  “They are at Lormiere—­they are at Novelles!” And on hearing that they were drawing near so rapidly, Rocreuse every morning expected to see them descend from the wood of Gagny.  They did not come, however, and that increased the fright.  They would surely fall upon the village during the night and slaughter everybody.

That morning, a little before sunrise, there was an alarm.  The inhabitants were awakened by the loud tramp of men on the highway.  The women were already on their knees, making the sign of the cross, when some of the people, peering cautiously through the partially opened windows, recognized the red pantaloons.  It was a French detachment.  The captain immediately asked for the mayor of the district and remained at the mill after having talked with Pere Merlier.

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