Do you think he'd have shaved any of the blues' officers in La
Vendee twenty years ago, for all the money they could have offered him?
He'd have done it with a sword, if he had done it at all. Well, I
suppose it's all right! I suppose he's only fit to use a razor now."
"But you always say those were horrid days in La Vendee; that you had
nothing to eat, and no bed to sleep in, nor shoes to your feet; and that
you and father couldn't get married for ever so long, because of the
wars?"
"So they were horrid days. I don't think any one will live to see the
like again. But still, one don't like to see a man, who once had a
little spirit, become jacky to every one who has a dirty chin to be
scraped. Oh, Annot, if you'd seen the men there were in La Vendee, in
those days; if you'd seen the great Cathelineau, you would have seen a
man."
After having read this conversation, no one will be surprised to hear
that on the board over the shop window, the following words, in yellow
letters, were decently conspicuous:
JACQUES CHAPEAU,
PERRUQUIER.
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