Bouilleboeuf's gardener's brother."
"Ah, well!" my aunt would say, calm again but slightly flushed still; "and
the boy told me that you had passed a man you didn't know at all!" After
which I would be warned to be more careful of what I said, and not to
upset my aunt so by thoughtless remarks. Everyone was so well known in
Combray, animals as well as people, that if my aunt had happened to see a
dog go by which she 'didn't know at all' she would think about it
incessantly, devoting to the solution of the incomprehensible problem all
her inductive talent and her leisure hours.
"That will be Mme. Sazerat's dog," Francoise would suggest, without any
real conviction, but in the hope of peace, and so that my aunt should not
'split her head.'
"As if I didn't know Mme. Sazerat's dog!"--for my aunt's critical mind
would not so easily admit any fresh fact.
"Ah, but that will be the new dog M. Galopin has brought her from
Lisieux."
"Oh, if that's what it is!"
"It seems, it's a most engaging animal," Francoise would go on, having got
the story from Theodore, "as clever as a Christian, always in a good
temper, always friendly, always everything that's nice.
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