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And Helen, who very seldom met, in the Bonpas Bottoms, gentlemen of taste and intelligence, seemed to be spending an unusually agreeable evening, if her radiant and expressive countenance might be trusted to tell the truth.
We were here told that we could have no lodging. Luckily for us the moon was up, and very clear; we therefore pushed on for Orgon, which, although said in the post-book to be two posts and a half from Bonpas, we reached in about an hour and a half.
Matalette had a sideboard, too, and the contents smelled and tasted very unlike the liquor which was sold at the only store in Bonpas Bottoms. When young Lauquer, who was making a gallant fight against a stumpy quarter section, had his only horse lie down and die just as the second corn-plowing season came on, it was Matalette who supplied the money which bought the new horse.
The editor of the Bonpas Cornblade, in a sonnet addressed to "H.M.," compared this action to that of a startled fawn; but the public wondered whether Helen's father could possibly be excused in like manner, and whether the comparison could, with propriety, be extended so as to include the three hired men, who, curiously enough, were equally timorous at first acquaintance.
This was our own old way again, as far as the Pont de Bonpas; then our road wound to the northeast, away from the world we knew I said to myself and into a world of romance, a world created by the love of Petrarch for Laura, and sacred to those two for ever more.
But before we reached the great suspension bridge, the Pont de Bonpas, the landscape appeared exhausted after its sublime efforts, and inclined to quiet down for a rest.
I could not leave the garden without stealing a branch from the cypress which shaded Laura's tomb. Through this garden runs the rivulet of Vaucluse. Its course is through the town of Avignon; where we remained for three hours, and then continued our journey; but the day was far advanced, and by the evening we only arrived at a wretched, little inn called Bonpas.
There were many worthy young men in the Bonpas Bottoms, but none of them were at all so fine-looking as Asbury Crewne; so, at least, Helen seemed to think, for she looked at him steadily, except when he was looking at her.
There were plenty of daughters among the families in Bonpas Bottoms, and many of them were very estimable girls; but Helen Matalette was very different from any of them. "Always knows just what to say and do," remarked Syle-Conover, one day, at the store, where the male gossips of the neighborhood met to exchange views.
The latter clause of Syle's speech fitly expressed the sentiments of all the young men in Bonpas Bottoms, as well as of many gentlemen not so young.
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