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The hat with the short crimson feather had been unceremoniously pushed off, and hung by its elastic upon Mollie's neck; the pretty curly hair was all crushed into a heap, and the flushed, tear-wet face was hidden in the folds of Aimée's dress. There was a charming, foolish, fanciful side to Mollie's desperation, as there was to all her moods. "That was not your only reason," repeated Aimée.
"But the very idea!" exclaimed Aimée, inwardly; "the bare idea of her having the courage to engage herself to him!" "I never heard such a thing in my life," she said, aloud. "Oh, Mollie! Mollie! what induced you to give him such a mad answer? You don't care for him." "He he would not take any other answer, and he is as nice as any one else," shamefacedly.
Meanwhile, old Aimée, getting older and more feeble, would sit knitting in the cottage by a cheerless hearth, and as the supply of potatoes, chestnuts and black bread grew scantier and scantier, would furtively watch Antoine, with anxious, awe-struck glances, and then would sometimes cross herself, and wipe a tear away unseen.
It was not a sudden sound that broke in upon them but rather the perception of many sounds, muffled, half heard, but gaining upon their consciousness. Running feet a stifled voice something faint and shrill Aimée sprang to her feet; the general rose with her and turned his head inquiringly in the direction.
"It is pleasanter on a hot day to dive than to dig; and easier to draw the net for an hour than to cut canes for a day is it not, uncle?" asked Aimee. "If the Commander-in-chief thinks toil good for us," said Moyse, "why does he disparage war? Who knows better than he what are the fatigues of a march? and the wearisomeness of an ambush is greater still. Why does he, of all men, disparage war?"
He looked towards Aimee, who answered, with tearful eyes "Yes, father. They must go; and we will not hinder them; but they will soon be back, will not they?" "That depends on how soon we can make good soldiers of them," said he, cheerfully. "Come, Moyse, have you changed your mind again? Or will you stay and plait hammocks, while my boys are trained to arms?"
The only difference in the dress of the sisters was in their ornaments. Aimee wore heavy ear-drops, and a large necklace and bracelets of amethyst; while Genifrede wore, suspended from a throat-band of velvet, embroidered like that which bound her waist, a massive plain gold crucifix, lately given her by Moyse.
"Chut, chut," cried Aimée, the more irritably that her maternal feelings had to overcome her natural inclination to superstition. "It is only one thing you have to tell how did you frighten Marie so that she is ready to go out of her wits at the sight of Antoine?" "Nay, it was Geoffroi that frightened her, as they went up the ravine together.
"What ornament can the inhabited mansion have more graceful, more beautiful?" said Azua, forgetting the heat in his admiration of the blossoms, some red, some snow-white, some blush-coloured, which were scattered in profusion over the thick and high cactus hedge which barred the path. "Nothing can be more beautiful," said Aimee, "but nothing more inconvenient.
And go on with Tod's pinafores and dresses, my dear, and don't be discouraged if they are a failure at first, though to my eyes that dress is a most sumptuous affair. And as to being like Aimée, you cannot be like any one better and wiser and sweeter than that same little maiden. There! I mean every word I have said." "Are you sure?" faltered Mollie. "Yes," he replied, "quite sure."
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