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She looked at the figure again, did not understand, and asked: "Is it something very bad? How can a thing shown on the portal of a church be so difficult to tell here?" Suddenly an anxiety came to her: "What will Monsieur and Madame Fusellier think of me?" Then, discovering on the wall a medallion wherein Dechartre had modelled the profile of a girl, amusing and vicious: "What is that?"
He looked around the room, and at the furniture with familiar tenderness. He opened a drawer: "Here are mamma's eye-glasses. How she searched for these eye-glasses! Now I will show you my room. If it is not in order you must excuse Madame Fusellier, who is trained to respect my disorder." The curtains at the windows were down. He did not lift them.
Madame Fusellier was the first to speak: "Monsieur Jacques is not at home." And, as Therese remained silent, immovable, Fusellier came near her with his broom, hiding with his left hand his pipe behind his back "Monsieur Jacques has not yet come home." "I will wait for him," said Therese. Madame Fusellier led her to the parlor, where she lighted the fire.
You shall see Madame Fusellier; she is inclined to familiarity. I warn you." "My friend, why has Monsieur Fusellier, a janitor, moustaches like a Tartar?" "My dear, nature gave them to him. I am not sorry that he has the air of a sergeant-major and gives me the illusion of being a country neighbor."
This idea of the agricultural or mystical van represented measure and order too well to be exactly applied to life. It seemed to him that men were grains in a coffee-mill. He had had a vivid sensation of this the day before, when he saw Madame Fusellier grinding coffee in her mill. Therese said to him: "Why are you not conceited?"
This idea of the agricultural or mystical van represented measure and order too well to be exactly applied to life. It seemed to him that men were grains in a coffee-mill. He had had a vivid sensation of this the day before, when he saw Madame Fusellier grinding coffee in her mill. Therese said to him: "Why are you not conceited?"
The heavy step of workmen walking in squads, the noise of wagons of milkmen and marketmen, came to her ear like sounds of good augury. She shuddered at this first awakening of the city. At nine o'clock, in the yard of the little house, she observed M. Fusellier sweeping, in the rain, while smoking his pipe. Madame Fusellier came out of her box. Both looked embarrassed.
Madame Fusellier, seeing her anxious, spoke softly to her: "Monsieur Jacques will come soon. Let Madame warm herself while waiting for him." A dim light fell with the rain on the glass ceiling. Upon the wall, the lady with the unicorn was not beautiful among the cavaliers in a forest full of flowers and birds. Therese was repeating to herself the words: "He has not yet come home."
She looked at the figure again, did not understand, and asked: "Is it something very bad? How can a thing shown on the portal of a church be so difficult to tell here?" Suddenly an anxiety came to her: "What will Monsieur and Madame Fusellier think of me?" Then, discovering on the wall a medallion wherein Dechartre had modelled the profile of a girl, amusing and vicious: "What is that?"
Madame Fusellier, seeing her anxious, spoke softly to her: "Monsieur Jacques will come soon. Let Madame warm herself while waiting for him." A dim light fell with the rain on the glass ceiling. Upon the wall, the lady with the unicorn was not beautiful among the cavaliers in a forest full of flowers and birds. Therese was repeating to herself the words: "He has not yet come home."
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