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Title: In and out of three Normandy inns
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Dodd, Anna Bowman, 1855-1929
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Publisher: Boston, Little, Brown, and Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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us welcome with the manners of a king. Meanwhile the dog was sniffing at our skirts.After a tour of observation and inspection hewagged his tail, gave a short bark, and seated him-self by Charm. The giants eyes twinkled. You see, mesdames, it is a dog with a mind—heknows in an instant who are the right sort. Andeloquence, also—he is one who can make speecheswith his tail. A dogs tongue is in his tail, andthis one wags his like an orator! Some one else, as well as the dog, possessed theoratorical gift. The cobblers voice was the truespeakers voice—rich, vibrating, sonorous, with adeep note of melody in it. Pose and gesturesmatched with the voice; they were flexible andpicturesquely suggestive. If you care for oratory— Charm smiled outupon the huge but mobile face—you are wellplaced. The village lies before you. You canalways see the play going on, and hear thespeeches—of the passers-by. The large mouth smiled back. But at Charmsfirst sentence the keen Norman eyes had fixed
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THREE NORMANDY INNS. 59 their twinkling glitter on the girls face. Theyseemed to be reading to the very bottom of herthought and being. The scrutiny was not relaxedas he answered. Yes, yes, it is very amusing. One sees a littleof everything here. Le monde qui passe—it makeslife more diverting; it helps to kill the time. Ilook out from my perch, like a bird—a very oldone, and caged—and he shook forth a greatlaugh from beneath the wide leather apron. The woman, hearing the laugh, came out intothe room. Uben—et toi—what do you want ? The giant stopped laughing long enough toturn tyrant. The woman, at the first of his growl,smiled feebly, going back with unresisting meek-ness to her knees, to her pots, and her kettles.The dog growled in imitation of his master; ob-viously the soul of the dog was in the wrongbody. Meanwhile the master of the dog and thewoman had forgotten both now; he was continu-ing, in a masterful way, to enlighten us about thepeculiarities of his native villag

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