Sinopsis

The new cure had come. It was the event of the week at Sallespisse. So, on the Sunday morn- ing, I called for Eudore and Anna, and we all three trudged up the hill together to matins. Outside the white-washed church they were all assembled, Gaston Lalanne and his sister-in-law Marthe, Beyris the baker, Dutihl the blacksmith, old Marcel Seris, with his bent back and rosy, infantile face, Saint-Pe and the rest, and a giggling group of girls. Presently little Maria, old Cauhape s great-niece, came running towards me down the village street.