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"Yes," resumed he, "when I came to myself, and saw you so poorly clad, I felt something good about my heart do you know why? it was because I said to myself, 'Poor girl! she has kept her word bravely; she has chosen to toil, and want, and suffer rather than take another love who would have given her what I gave her as long as I could' and that thought, Cephyse, refreshed my soul.
At sight of those miserable garments, which she had hardly had time to observe on the Place du Chatelet, in the midst of the crowd, Cephyse clasped her hands, and could not repress an exclamation of painful surprise.
What a fine view there is! and then the trees, the flowers, the marble do you know the dead are better lodged than the living and " "What is the matter, sister?" said Cephyse to her companion, who had stopped short, after speaking in a slow voice. "I am giddy my temples throb," was the answer. "How do you feel?"
Here, without, the noise recommenced more furiously than ever, and Ninny Moulin's rattle sent forth the most doleful sounds. "Cephyse," said Sleepinbuff, "they will break everything to pieces, if you do not return to them, and I have nothing left to pay for the damage. Excuse us," added he, laughing, "but you see that royalty has its duties."
And Rose-Pompon sprung towards the stairs. "Stop, stop! how about my basket that the little madcap carries off with her?" said Rodin. "Oh true! I beg your pardon, sir. Poor Cephyse! how pleased she will be. Adieu, sir!" And Rose-Pompon's pretty figure disappeared in the darkness of the staircase, which she mounted with an alert and impatient step. Rodin issued from the entry.
The noise approached, and a voice was heard exclaiming, not far from the doer: "Good heavens! what a smell of fire!" And, at the same instant, the door was violently shaken, and another voice exclaimed: "Open! open!" "They will come in they will save me and my sister is dead Oh, no! I will not have the baseness to survive her!" Such was the last thought of Cephyse.
Jacques Rennepont has still, I think, some money left we are spending it in follies now and then giving a little to poor people we may happen to meet I beg of you, let me come to your assistance I see in your poor face, you cannot conceal it from me, that you are wearing yourself out with toil." "Thanks, my dear Cephyse, I know your good heart; but I am not in want of anything.
It's a queer story, I can tell you. When I say queer," added Rose-Pompon, with a deep sigh, "it is quite the contrary but no matter: I need not trouble you with that. One thing is certain; you are getting better and you and Cephyse will not do such a thing again. She is said to be very weak. Can I not see her yet, M. Agricola?
"I understand," said Cephyse, blushing; "but I will rather die than lead such a life." "And there you will do well for in that case," added Jacques, in a deep and hollow voice, "I will myself show you how to die."
It's a queer story, I can tell you. When I say queer," added Rose-Pompon, with a deep sigh, "it is quite the contrary but no matter: I need not trouble you with that. One thing is certain; you are getting better and you and Cephyse will not do such a thing again. She is said to be very weak. Can I not see her yet, M. Agricola?
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