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No; what he loved was lying about under the pine trees, and watching the turpentine trickling very slowly into the tin vessels fastened to their trunks; and then he liked to look at the squirrels darting merrily from bough to bough, and the rabbits running about, and the birds flying here and there. This was the life Maurice loved. This was south. Cecile had always told him they were going south.
"In this night-school," she added, "for those children at least, who go regularly to day-school, we try as much as possible to consult their taste, so what do you like best for me to teach you, dear?" Cecile, opening her blue eyes wide, answered: "Jography, please, ma'am. I'd rayther learn jography than anything else in all the world." "But why?" asked the deaconess, surprised at this answer.
Cécile one day to conduct his L'Enfance du Christ which he had just written or rather La Fuite en Egypt which was the only part of the work that was in existence then. He composed the rest of it afterwards. I remember perfectly the performances which the great man directed. They were lively and spirited rather than careful, but somewhat slower than what Edouard Colonne has accustomed us to.
Here are the sweet following eyes of Cecile: it seemed always that she demanded the heart. Nothing can be more excellent in kind than the Corinthian grace of Gertrude's manners, and yet Blanche, who has no manners, has better manners than she; for the movements of Blanche are the sallies of a spirit which is sufficient for the moment, and she can afford to express every thought by instant action.
"If the count dined at Gondreville we shall soon know all about him," remarked Cecile; "for my grandpapa is going there to-morrow morning."
You'll forgive me for never loving you, when you think of all the pain I had to bear, Cecile." "Yes, poor stepmother," answered the little girl, stooping down and kissing her hand. "And, oh!" continued Cecile with fervor, "I wish I wish I could find Lovedy for you again."
And ever the image in his mind's eye was, as before, Cécile Cécile who had come back to him, for all sober reason knew it was but the child. The child ! Why had he never thought of the children these weary years? They, all that remained of Cécile, were living and might have been sought. Strange that he had not remembered him of the children!
Cecile felt a strange fluttering at her heart; the place was so large, the streets so interminable. Where, how, should she find the lady with the English name? Pericard was now of no further use. He must follow where she led. She walked on, her steps flagging despondency growing at her heart. Was her dream then not real after all? Ah, yes! it must, it must be a Heaven-sent warning.
Cecile sat on the edge of a chair, and Toby, after sniffing at the cat, decided to make friends with her by lying down in the delicious warmth by her side. "What's yer name, dear heart?" asked Mrs. Moseley to the rather forlorn-looking little figure seated on the edge of a chair. "Cecile, please, ma'am." "Cecil! That sounds like a boy's name. It ain't English to give boy names to little girls.
"My legal brother," said Achille Pigoult, "is not very strong on the history of the middle ages." "Come, Malvina!" said the stout notary to his wife, making no reply to his young associate. "Tell me, Monsieur Antonin," said Cecile to the sub-prefect, "you spoke of Anicette, the maid of the Princesse de Cadignan; do you know her?"
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