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"Here I am, here I am."
And he followed the corporal.
The mayor was waiting for him, seated in an armchair. He was the notary of the place, a tall, grave man of pompous speech.
"Maître Hauchecorne," said he, "this morning on the Beuzeville road, you were seen to pick up the pocketbook lost by Maître Houlbrèque, of Manneville."
The countryman looked at the mayor in amazement, frightened already at this suspicion which rested on him, he knew not why.
"I--I picked up that pocketbook?"
"Yes, you."
"I swear I don't even know anything about it."
"You were seen."
"I was seen--I? Who saw me?"
