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At the end of fifteen minutes they had left the heath behind them. They trotted along the high road, and the gray whinnied at each familiar object. Petit-Pierre told his father as much as he could understand of what had passed.
"When we reached the farm," said he, "that man came to speak to my Marie in the fold where we had gone to see the pretty sheep. I had climbed into the manger to play, and that man did not see me. Then he said good morning to Marie, and he kissed her."