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He thought of Father Goriot crushing his silver keepsake into a shapeless mass before he sold it to meet his daughter's bill of exchange. "Your mother has broken up her jewels for you," he said to himself; "your aunt shed tears over those relics of hers before she sold them for your sake. What right have you to heap execrations on Anastasie?
If you are cold, you can retire; and, by the way, you might throw me down my trousers. It is chilly for the legs. 'Oh, no! protested Anastasie; 'I will stay with you. 'Nay, madam, you shall not suffer for your devotion, said the Doctor. 'I will myself fetch you a shawl. And he went upstairs and returned more fully clad and with an armful of wraps for the shivering Anastasie.
He would then remark on the warmth of his feeling for Anastasie, and with inflamed cheeks and a loose, flustered smile, debate upon all sorts of topics, and be feebly and indiscreetly witty. But the adopted stable-boy would not permit himself to entertain a doubt that savoured of ingratitude.
Anastasie was aware of defeat; she struck her colours instantly. "You will break my heart," she sighed. "Not in the least," said he. "You will feel a trifling inconvenience for a month, just as I did when I was first brought to this vile hamlet; then your admirable sense and temper will prevail, and I see you already as content as ever, and making your husband the happiest of men."
'Don't you think you drug him too much? asked madame, with an irrepressible shudder. 'Drug? cried the Doctor; 'I drug? Anastasie, you are mad! Time went on, and the boy's health still slowly declined. The Doctor blamed the weather, which was cold and boisterous.
Castin and she herself a well educated woman. The genealogist of the d'Abbadie St. Castin family, however, uses rather grandiloquent language when he styles the mother of Anastasie St. Castin, "Mathilde Matacawando, princess indienne, fille de Matacawando, general-en-chef des indiens Abenakis."
'Now, Anastasie, come on; it is your turn, said the husband. 'I cannot, she replied. 'Are we all to die of exposure, madame? thundered Doctor Desprez. 'You can go! she cried. 'Oh, go, go away! I can stay here; I am quite warm. The Doctor took her by the shoulders with an oath. 'Stop! she screamed. 'I will put them on.
He was in and out of the kitchen, plying Anastasie with vermouth, heating her with glimpses of the future, estimating their new wealth at ever larger figures; and before they sat down to supper, the lady's virtue had melted in the fire of his enthusiasm, her timidity had disappeared; she, too, had begun to speak disparagingly of the life at Gretz; and as she took her place and helped the soup, her eyes shone with the glitter of prospective diamonds.
'We both had. And I am all the better pleased with our wisdom, because because He looked at her sharply. 'Because what? she asked, with a faint premonition of danger. 'Because I have found the right person, said the Doctor firmly, 'and shall adopt him this afternoon. Anastasie looked at him out of a mist.
'I cannot affect, Anastasie, to be anything but justly wounded. I feel this, I feel it, my wife, acutely. 'I knew you would, she said. 'But if you had seen his distress! We must make allowances, we must sacrifice our feelings. 'I trust, my dear, you have never found me averse to sacrifices, returned the Doctor very stiffly. 'And you will let me go and tell him that you have agreed?
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