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As long as I live, this won't be done!" And at this point they had remained for the last three months without one or the other giving in, resuming at least once a week the same discussion, with the same arguments, the same words, the same gestures and the same fruitlessness. It was then that Celeste had advised Cesaire to go and ask for the cure's assistance.
And therefore he made falle upon hem a gret halle, whan thei were at mete. And from thens gon men to the cytee of Cesaire, and so to the Castelle of pylgrymes, and so to Ascolonge, and than to Jaffe, and so to Jerusalem. Of manye Names of Soudans, and of the Tour of Babiloyn. And for to go to the mount of Synay, before that men gon Jerusalem, thei schalle go fro Gaza to the castelle of Daire.
"Why the sooner the better to-night if you can." "In half-an-hour, then, after supper." "In half-an-hour." "That's understood. So long, my lad." "Good-bye till we meet again, Monsieur le Curé; many thanks." "Not at all, my lad." And Césaire Houlbrèque returned home, his heart relieved of a great weight. He held on lease a little farm, quite small, for they were not rich, his father and he.
Large round baskets, full of frightened poultry, were standing in front of the peasant women. Cesaire Horlaville took them one after the other and packed them on the top of his coach; then more gently, he loaded on those containing eggs; finally he tossed up from below several little bags of grain, small packages wrapped in handkerchiefs, pieces of cloth, or paper.
So one evening Cesaire, approaching him as if about to discuss the purchase of a horse or a heifer, communicated to him at the top of his voice his intention to marry Celeste Levesque. Then the father got angry. Why? On the score of morality? No, certainly. The virtue of a girl is of slight importance in the country.
He rose up, his legs giving way under him, not even venturing to speak, not daring to ask a question. The clergyman perceived him and said gaily: "Well, my lad, it's all right." Cesaire stammered: "All right, 'tisn't possible." "Yes, my lad, but not without trouble. What an old ass your father is!" The peasant repeated: "'Tisn't possible!" "Why, yes.
A man who was passing, with a whip in his hand, and wearing wooden shoes, stopped near the child, took it up and kissed it. Then one of the women rose up and came across to him. She was a big, red haired girl, with large hips, waist and shoulders, a tall Norman woman, with yellow hair in which there was a blood-red tint. She said in a resolute voice: "Why, here you are, Cesaire well?"
He rose up, his legs giving way under him, not even venturing to speak, not daring to ask a question. The clergyman perceived him and said gaily: "Well, my lad, it's all right." Cesaire stammered: "All right, 'tisn't possible." "Yes, my lad, but not without trouble. What an old ass your father is!" The peasant repeated: "'Tisn't possible!" "Why, yes.
So one evening Cesaire, approaching him as if about to discuss the purchase of a horse or a heifer, communicated to him at the top of his voice his intention to marry Celeste Levesque. Then the father got angry. Why? On the score of morality? No, certainly. The virtue of a girl is of slight importance in the country.
A man who was passing, with a whip in his hand, and wearing wooden shoes, stopped near the child, took it up and kissed it. Then one of the women rose up and came across to him. She was a big, red haired girl, with large hips, waist and shoulders, a tall Norman woman, with yellow hair in which there was a blood-red tint. She said in a resolute voice: "Why, here you are, Cesaire well?"
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