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Did you ever sit on a case of dynamite just about to blow up, Jean?" "No, M'seur. It must be unpleasant." "That dream was what turned my hair white, Jean. See how white it is whiter than the snow!" Croisset looked at him a little anxiously as he ate his meat, and at the gathering unrest in his ayes Howland burst into a laugh. "Don't be frightened, Jean," he spoke soothingly. "I'm harmless.
"I'm anxious to know about that one chance in a hundred you've given me hope of, Croisset. If they have passed " "If they are ahead of us you might just as well stand out there and let me put a bullet through you, M'seur." He went to the head of the dogs, guiding them down the rough side of the ridge, while Howland steadied the toboggan from behind.
I have permitted myself to assume, as the good Brantome would say, that you were at Cabourg! When do you return? Where do you go then? To Paris or to Nohant? A question. As for me, I am not leaving Croisset. From the 1st to the 20th or 25th of September I shall have to go about a bit on business. I shall go to Paris. Write then to rue Murillo.
If he could but send a word back to her, tell her once more of his great love that the winning of that love was ample reward for all that he had lost and was about to lose, and that it gave him such happiness as he had never known even in this last hour of his torture! Twice he shouted for Croisset, but there came no response save the hollow echoings of his own voice in the subterranean chambers.
If you can come, I shall be very happy and on the other hand if it is going to make you ill, don't come, I know very well that you love me and shall not be angry with you about anything. G. Sand CXXXIII. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT, at Croisset Nohant, 15 Nov., 1869 What has become of you, my dear old beloved troubadour? are you correcting proof like a galley slave, up to the last minute?
Does it dawn on you that I'm going to take you back to the authorities, and that as soon as we reach the Wekusko I'll have twenty men back on the trail of these friends of yours?" A gray pallor spread itself over Jean's thin face. "The great God, M'seur, you can not do that!" "Can not!" Howland's fingers dug into the edge of the table. "By this great God of yours, Croisset, but I will!
Half a pistol shot down the trail he saw indistinctly the twisting of black objects in the snow, and as he stared one of the objects came toward him. "Do not fire, M'seur Howland," he heard a voice call. "It ees I Jean Croisset, a friend! Blessed Saints, that was what you call heem? close heem? close call?" The half-breed's thin dark face came up smiling out of the white gloom.
But it is high time to beautify myself, not that I have any pretensions at pleasing and seducing by my physical graces, but I hate myself too much when I look in my mirror. The older one grows, the more care one should take of oneself. I shall see Madame Viardot this evening, I shall go early and we will talk of you. When shall we meet again, now? How far Nohant is from Croisset!
CLXXXIV. TO GUSTAVE FLAUBERT, at Croisset. Nohant, 17 March, 1871 I received your letter of the 11th yesterday. We have all suffered in spirit more than at any other time of our lives, and we shall always suffer from that wound.
He laughed aloud and began pacing back and forth across the rotted floor of his prison as he pictured the consternation of the two seniors. And then a flush burned in his face and his eyes glowed as he thought of Meleese. In spite of himself she had saved him from his enemies, and he blessed Croisset for having told him the meaning of this flight into the North.
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