Put that in your newspaper! Are we poor folks free?
We still belong to the same parish, and its lord is always there,--I call him Toil.

The hoe, our sole property, has never left our hands.

Let it be the old lords or the present taxes which take the best of our earnings, the fact remains that we sweat our lives out in toil." "But you could undertake a business, and try to make your fortune," said Blondet.
"Try to make my fortune! And where shall I try?
If I wish to leave my own province, I must get a passport, and that costs forty sous.

Here's forty years that I've never had a slut of a forty-sous piece jingling against another in my pocket.

If you want to travel you need as many crowns as there are villages, and there are mighty few Fourchons who have enough to get to six of 'em.