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Before anything had been said to soften these words while he was still standing grave and stiff, like one struck by a blow in came the others from the window. Meg, in fact, could not keep Cecile d'Aubepine back any longer from hindering such shocking impropriety as out tete-a-tete.
So the Abbe remained as chaplain and as tutor, and, until Gaspard should be old enough to profit by his instructions, Cecile and I entreated him to accept us as pupils.
She was looking hard at the Lovedy she had come so many miles to seek for whom she had encountered so many dangers. It seemed hard to realize that her search was accomplished, her goal won, her prize at her feet. "Yes, Lovedy, your mother was right, you are very beautiful," she said slowly. "Oh, Cecile! tell me about my mother," said Lovedy then.
And now I must go to sleep." The morning after this little conversation between Joe and Cecile broke so dismally, and was so bitterly cold, that the old woman with whom the children had spent the night begged of them in her patois not to leave her.
The President, thinking that Cecile ought not to be present, signed to her to go. She went. Still Brunner said nothing. They all began to look at one another. The situation was growing awkward. Camusot senior, a man of experience, took the German to Mme. de Marville's room, ostensibly to show him Pons' fan.
Cecile wished much that Jesus would come in the daylight; she wanted to see His face, to look into His kind eyes. But even to feel that He would be with her in the dark was a great comfort in her present desolation. Cecile was aroused from her meditations by something very soft and warm rubbing against her hand. She raised her eyes to encounter the honest and affectionate gaze of Toby.
"No, thank you," answered Cecile. "We'll get out, please, Cabby. This is a nice dry street. Me, and Maurice, and Toby can walk a good bit. You couldn't tell us though, please, what's the nearest way from here to France?" "To France! Bless yer little heart, I knows no jography. But look yere, little un. Ha'n't you no other friends as I could take you to? I will, and charge no fare. There!
Then Cecile stretched out an inviting hand to him from the water and he caught it, and together they hurled themselves head first into the surf, swimming side by side out to the raft. "It's nice to see you again," said the girl. "Are you going to be agreeable now and go about with us?
Ah! It could never be the same thing as a child of her own blood!... But it was good, all the same. Christophe now regarded Cecile with very different eyes. He remembered an ironic saying of Francoise Oudon: "How is it that you and Philomela, who would do so well as husband and wife, are not in love with each other?"
"Another child! Let me see the other child." Lydia was obliged to call in Cecile, who came forward with a sweet grave face, and stood gently by the little tremulous old woman, and took her hand, and then stooped down to kiss her. Cecile was interested in such great age, and kept saying to herself, "Perhaps my grandmother away in the Pyrenees is like this very old woman," and when Mrs.
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