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She was very fond of her protegee so much so that she would listen to her in affairs about the house when she would listen to no one else; but Marie's prettiness and grace and sweetness as a girl had all been thrown away upon Maman Bauche, as Marie used to call her. But unluckily it had not been thrown away upon Adolphe.
It meant in French, "If he saw us last night!" "Ah! dear," said the mother, her face beaming with fun "What can it be, Maman?" "He speaks oh! ha, ha! he speaks such miserable French!" It came to pass one morning at early dawn that Zalli and 'Tite Poulette, going to mass, passed a café, just as who should be coming out but Monsieur, the manager of the Salle de Condé. He had not yet gone to bed.
He crossed the terrace, the big hall and the drawing-room, and there stopped to take breath. He could hear them in the dining-room, drinking tea. Madame Shumihin, maman, and Nyuta were talking and laughing about something. Volodya listened. "I assure you!" said Nyuta. "I could not believe my eyes!
I should be glad to see you do so if it would make you happy; but never for my sake and never for hunger's sake; but for love's sake, yes; and God bless thee, pretty maman." "Clotilde, dear," said the unconscionable widow, "let me assure you, once for all, starvation is preferable. I mean for me, you understand, simply for me; that is my feeling on the subject."
"And J. gave this book to Maman?" Margot chuckled. "No no " she explained. "Your Maman found this book over there in the cupboard it's a very old book, Cherie. It is a book that a man gave to " her fat fingers checked off the generations lightly, "a lady named Prudence she was the mother of Josepha and Josepha was the mother of a Louisa.
My maman pours me out a cup of coffee. I drink it and go out on the little balcony to set to work on my dissertation. I take a clean sheet of paper, dip the pen into the ink, and write out the title: "The Past and Future of the Dog Licence." After thinking a little I write: "Historical Survey.
To be seen by Madame Dépine carrying in her meagre provisions was humiliation enough; to be juxtaposited with a grey wig was unbearable. "Maman, maman, the English monsieur will not pay two francs for his dinner!" And the distressed bookkeeper, bill in hand, shattered the trio. "And why will he not pay?" Fire leapt into the black eyes.
Twice during this time did Madame Bauche go up to Marie's room with offers to assist her. "Not yet, maman; not quite yet," said Marie piteously through her tears, and then twice did the green spectacles leave the room, covering eyes which also were not dry. Ah! what had she done? What had she dared to take upon herself to do? She could not undo it now.
She put both hands to her forehead and spread them out in the beautiful Eastern gesture of welcome, then bowed to her knees, as she passed. Then, turning, she pulled her yashmak a little to one side. "Petite Maman!" she cried. "Welcome, Petite Maman!" and blew her a kiss from the tips of her rosy fingers.
"Maman," she muttered drowsily as the Major paused outside her door on his way to his room, "In the garden " and the Major listened and sighed. She awoke to the diddling drone of Piqueur's quavering voice. In the clear sweetness of the May morning above the twittering of the birds it raised itself, the quaint measures delighting her ears.
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