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Our trout here on the Aubette, Monsieur de Buxieres, are excellent of the salmon kind, and very meaty." Then came an interval of silence. The Abbe began to suspect that this conversation was not one of profound interest to his visitor, and he resumed: "Speaking of Claudet, Monsieur, allow me to offer you my congratulations.
But he never sees her, although the rumor grows strong in St. Gertrude, and is wafted on to Aubette, that Nicolas and Marie will be married as soon as she gets well enough to see about wedding-clothes. It is the beginning of October, a bright clear morning.
The blood flew up to her face, and then it left her paler than before. She bent lower lower yet, until she overbalanced and fell like a crushed lily at her mother's feet. "How is Marie Famette?" Monsieur Houlard the tailor asks of Monsieur Guéroult the doctor of Aubette, as he meets him hurrying through the Rue de la Boucherie. "She is better, the poor child! but she must be careful this winter."
Our trout here on the Aubette, Monsieur de Buxieres, are excellent of the salmon kind, and very meaty." Then came an interval of silence. The Abbe began to suspect that this conversation was not one of profound interest to his visitor, and he resumed: "Speaking of Claudet, Monsieur, allow me to offer you my congratulations.
She was very proud of Marie's beauty and graceful ways, and she had thought it a just tribute when the young timber-merchant had asked her permission to call at the cottage; and now, just when she had been expecting that his aunt, La Mère Thérèse, the superior of the Convent du Sacré Coeur in Aubette, would send for her in order that the demand for her daughter's hand and the preliminaries of the marriage might be settled, had come first Léon Roussel's strange absence and the visits of Nicolas Marais, and now the gossip about Elise Lesage.
While thus conversing, they had traversed the forest, and emerged on the hill overlooking Vivey. From the border line where they stood, they could discover, between the half-denuded branches of the line of aspens, the sinuous, deepset gorge, in which the Aubette wound its tortuous way, at the extremity of which the village lay embanked against an almost upright wall of thicket and pointed rocks.
Léon and Marie are to be married in November, and Mam'selle Lesage has been so indisposed that for two consecutive Saturdays she has sent a deputy to collect sous in the market of Aubette.
The diligence does not leave Aubette till six o'clock, remember, and my old horses get over the ground surely if not quickly." Marie rouses from a sort of doze, but she cannot see the farmer or the wayfarer to whom he speaks: a pile of new fruit-baskets fills up the middle of the huge vehicle, and makes a wall between Marie and the driving-seat.
Shortly, on the Auberive side, along the winding Aubette, feeble lights became visible, as if inviting the young man to profit by their guidance. He arose, took the path indicated, and went to supper, or rather, to a pretence of supper, in the same inn where he had breakfasted with Julien, whence the latter had gone on his mission to Reine.
Life seems to have got into a hard knot which the poor little girl finds no power to untie. Market-day used to be a fête to Marie, but to-day she considers it a penance to be sent in to Aubette.
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