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Updated: May 20, 2025
The two sentries came to the front of the house and stared at the red-litten blinds. "What a night!" cried Rudolf. "Not a citizen would thrust his nose out of doors." "Not even the little Chateaudoux's sweetheart," replied the other, with a grin. They stared again at the red blinds, and in a lull of the wind a clock struck nine. "There is an hour before the magistrate comes," said Rudolf.
"I want nothing," he said, "nothing in the world;" and he repeated the statement in order to drown the other's voice. "A purse, good gentleman," persisted the hawker, and he dangled one before Chateaudoux's eyes. Not for anything would Chateaudoux take that purse. "Go away," he cried; "I have a sufficiency of purses, and I will not be plagued by you."
The exultation of her voice, the deep breath she drew, the rush of blood to her face, and the sudden dancing light in her eyes showed how much constraint she had set upon herself. She was like an ember blown to a flame. "You were stopped in your walk. You have a message for me. He has come!" The height of her joy was the depth of Chateaudoux's regret.
They were now at the steps of the villa, and the sentry, lifting the butt of his musket, roughly thrust the hawker back. "What have you there? Bring your basket here," said he; and to Chateaudoux's consternation the hawker immediately offered the purse to the sentinel. "It is only the poor who have kind hearts," he said; "here's the proper purse for a soldier.
I cannot, however, be so undutiful as to accept my Chateaudoux's addresses without my father's consent; and my mother, who is of the same mind with me, insists that even with that consent a runaway marriage is not to be thought of unless my Chateaudoux can provide me with a suitable woman for an attendant."
The man was ragged; his toes were thrusting through his shoes; it was evident that he wore no linen, and a week's growth of beard dirtily stubbled his chin, in a word, he was a man from whom M. Chateaudoux's prim soul positively shrank. M. Chateaudoux went quickly by, fearing to be pestered for alms.
It is so hard to get the money out that a man is saved an ocean of drink." The hawker's readiness destroyed any suspicions the sentinel may have felt. "Go away," he said, "quick!" "You will buy the purse?" The sentinel raised his musket again. "Then the kind gentleman will," said the hawker, and he thrust the purse into M. Chateaudoux's reluctant hand.
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