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Just come with me and I'll show it you." Thereupon he insisted on taking them to his private studio, which was near by, just below Guillaume's little house. It was entered by way of the Rue du Calvaire, a street which is simply a succession of ladder-like flights of steps.
So they shook hands with Jahan, who, as his day's work was over, put on his coat to take his sister back to the Rue du Calvaire. "Till to-morrow, Lise," said Antoine, inclining his head to kiss her. She raised herself on tip-toes, and offered him her eyes, which he had opened to life. "Till to-morrow, Antoine," said she. Outside, the twilight was falling.
"He said also," I continued, "'Tell Babette I weep with her." She was very still and dazed; her fingers went to her white lips, and stayed there for a moment. I never saw such a numb misery in any face. "And last of all, he said, 'Ah, mon grand homme de Calvaire bon soir!"
"She goes into the nunnery to-morrow, they say," was the reply. "Her marriage is to be set aside by the bishop to-day in the cathedral. This is her last night to live as such as I but no, she will be happier so." "Madame," said I, "I am a heretic, but I listened when your husband said, 'Mon grand homme de Calvaire, bon soir! Was the cross less a cross because a heretic put it to his lips?
Ignace capable of making arrangements for a decorous and attractive service, and he resolved to see her and ask for her co-operation. Thus again he was drawn by inclination and by a steady march of events along the road that led to Lac Calvaire. Arrived at the métairie he was told of Pauline's departure for Montreal, and also that Henry Clairville was confined to his bed by a severe cold.
Tell"...he sank back, but raised himself, and continued: "Tell my Babette I weep with her.... Ah, mon grand homme de Calvaire bon soir!" He sank back again, but I roused him with one question more, vital to me. I must have the countersign. "Labrouk! Labrouk!" said I sharply. He opened his dull, glazed eyes. "Qui va la?" said I, and I waited anxiously.
Also, she had referred to something dark and of sinister import, fatal yet compelling, which always drew her back from livelier and more congenial places, and, as he judged, from a sphere of work which paid, to the house at Lac Calvaire. That the society of her brother was the attraction, Ringfield could not admit, and what other ties or friends had she?
So good-bye to you, lady dear, good-bye for an hour or two, good-bye!" A little chilled by standing, in spite of that soft wind, Pauline ran lightly along towards Lac Calvaire, conscious always of her fine appearance and humming operatic snatches as she ran, bent upon an errand, which if not precisely one of mercy was yet one prompted by good-will and a belated sisterliness.
It really was the bird and not the lady that intercepted other and more pertinent reflections having to do with his future movements. He loitered about all morning, fished, lunched with his guide, made a pencil sketch of the Fall, and then about three o'clock in the afternoon walked out to Lac Calvaire. He neared the house; at first he saw no one, it was the middle-day siesta.
As we stood there the thought came to me: "So is the Christian world standing today on the hill of 'Calvaire. The storms have been black about the Christian world. The clouds have seemed impenetrable. The earth has been desolate.
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