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Pierre dropped the dasher with such force that the "half-brought" butter, which Angelique was opening the churn to "scrape down together," splashed out over the step, Margot's lap, and the ground. Angelique was too indignant to speak, but Margot cried: "Oh! Pierre! How careless and wasteful. We've none too much butter, anyway." The lad still stared, open-mouthed.
Margot's thoughts flew homeward, to the well-kept roads near her own home; to the grumbling and indignation of the family, if perchance a recent fall of snow had not been swept away as speedily as might be: "The road was thick with mud. Impossible to cross without splashing one's shoes. The snow was left to melt on the pavement disgraceful!"
Eh bien, Monsieur, you guess the rest: she has taken a caprice for me, and this very night she will admit me to her apartment. She is very handsome, Ah qu'elle est belle, une jolie petite bouche, une denture eblouissante, un nez tout afait grec, in fine, quite a bouton de rose." I expressed my envy at Monsieur Margot's good fortune, and when he had sufficiently dilated upon it, he withdrew.
My dearest little girl, what are you dreaming about? There never was a man less suited to the position. I know nothing whatever of magazines of any sort of literature. I am in corn!" A corn merchant! Margot's brain reeled. She lay back in her chair, staring at him with wide, stunned eyes, too utterly prostrated by surprise to be capable of speech!
"'Won't you come inside, and see Albertus? This way, she said. 'It's rather dark, I'm afraid. "In pitch-black darkness, guided by Margot's hand, I stumbled through a doorway into a spacious hall a mysterious, fusty-smelling cavern of a place along a passage, and then up a flight of worn stone stairs. It was one of those old houses where one could feel the silence and hear the shadows.
I said that this gravity was M. Margot's most especial characteristic. I forgot: he had two others equally remarkable; the one was an ardent admiration for the chivalrous, the other an ardent admiration for himself. Both of these are traits common enough in a Frenchman, but in Mons. Margot their excesses rendered them uncommon.
This indeed was no better than a little hut, made of hides stretched on poles, and entirely open in front. It was well carpeted with soft buffalo robes, and here we remained, sheltered from the sun, surrounded by various domestic utensils of Madame Margot's household. All was quiet in the village.
is her hope; and "'Ut tu fortunam, sic nos te, Celse, feremus, is her motto." "Madame Laurent!" repeated I, "why, surely that is the name of Mons. Margot's landlady." "I hope not," cried Vincent, "for the sake of our dinner; he reflects no credit on her good cheer "'Who eats fat dinners, should himself be fat." "At all events," said I, "we can try the good lady for once.
Inside the fusty grocer's shop the good Mrs Forsyth manifested none of a Southerner's delight at the advent of a customer for her superfluous fruit; she appeared, indeed, to receive Margot's first inquiry in a somewhat flisty and off-hand manner, as though advantage were being taken of a careless word, which she had not expected to have taken in serious earnest.
There was nothin' doin' with my crowd regiment I mean and so I came here to look for "copy." That was why I persisted in seeing you home here. It was all just a matter of "copy" to me at the start. I paused, and Margot turned her tourmaline eyes full on me. Had you asked me after my first visit to old Ombos what Margot's eyes were like I could not have told you the colour to save my life.
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