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Jean, ce matin-la, un semoir de toile bleue noue sur le ventre, en tenait la poche ouverte de la main gauche, et de la droite, tous les trois pas, il y prenait une poignee de ble, que d'un geste, a la volee, il jetait. Ses gros souliers trouaient et emportaient la terre grasse, dans le balancement cadence de son corps; tandis que, a chaque jet, au milieu de la semence blonde toujours volante, on voyait luire les deux galons rouges d'une veste d'ordonnance, qu'il achevait d'user.
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