A few ragged garments were hung to dry on the brambles which boldly grew unchecked here and there.

As the general came along the avenue from the bridge, Madame Courtecuisse was scouring a saucepan in which she had just made her coffee.

The forester, sitting on a chair in the sun, considered his wife as a savage considers his.

When he heard a horse's hoofs he turned round, saw the count, and seemed taken aback.
"Well, Courtecuisse, my man," said the general, "I'm not surprised that the peasants cut my woods before Messrs.

Gravelot can do so.