The peasant's son: Mistral.
THE THREE LOW MASSES
A Christmas Story.
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—Two turkeys stuffed with truffles, Garrigou?…
—Yes, reverend, two magnificent turkeys, bursting out of their skins with truffles. I know something about it; it was I who helped to stuff them. It's fair to say that their skins are so tight, that a good roasting would split them….
—Jesus and Mary! I really do love truffles!… Give me my surplice quickly, Garrigou…. Is there anything else, apart from the turkeys, that you have noticed in the kitchen?…
—Oh! All sorts of good things…. We've done nothing but pluck birds since midday; pheasants, hoopoes, hazel grouse, and common grouse. Feathers flying everywhere. And from the lake; eels, golden carp, trout, and some …
—How fat are the trout, Garrigou?
—As fat as your arm, reverend…. Enormous!…