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Updated: May 8, 2025
What bliss to live for fifty-five years enveloped in an intense, unwavering affection! How this happy being must have blessed his life to be so adored!" The doctor smiled. "You are not mistaken, madame, on this point the loved one was a man. You even know him; it is Monsieur Chouquet, the chemist. As to the woman, you also know her, the old chair-mender, who came every year to the chateau."
What bliss to live for fifty-five years enveloped in an intense, unwavering affection! How this happy being must have blessed his life to be so adored!" The doctor smiled. "You are not mistaken, madame, on this point the loved one was a man. You even know him; it is Monsieur Chouquet, the chemist. As to the woman, you also know her, the old chair-mender, who came every year to the chateau."
G. Chouquet reminded me not to omit to mention among Chopin's pupils Madame Peruzzi, the wife of the ambassador of the Duke of Tuscany to the court of Louis Philippe: I heard her at Florence in 1852, and I can assure you that she played Chopin's music in the true style and with all the unpublished traits of the master. She was of Russian origin. But enough of amateurs. Mdlle.
On being elected, the new head of the brotherhood assumed the title of the Green Wolf, and donned a peculiar costume consisting of a long green mantle and a very tall green hat of a conical shape and without a brim. Thus arrayed he stalked solemnly at the head of the brothers, chanting the hymn of St. John, the crucifix and holy banner leading the way, to a place called Chouquet.
As soon as Chouquet understood that he had been loved by 'that vagabond! that chair-mender! that wanderer! he swore with indignation as though his reputation had been sullied, the respect of decent people lost, his personal honor, something precious and dearer to him than life, gone. His exasperated wife kept repeating: 'That beggar! That beggar!
Pennies and gold pieces all mixed together. Then I asked: "'What is your decision? "Madame Chouquet spoke first. 'Well, since it is the dying woman's wish, it seems to me impossible to refuse it. "Her husband said, in a shamefaced manner: 'We could buy something for our children with it. "I answered dryly: 'As you wish.
"He replied: 'Well, give it to us anyhow, since she commissioned you to do so; we will find a way to put it to some good purpose. "I gave them the money, bowed and left. "The next day Chouquet came to me and said brusquely: "'That woman left her wagon here what have you done with it? "'Nothing; take it if you wish. "'It's just what I wanted, he added, and walked off.
"He replied: 'Well, give it to us anyhow, since she commissioned you to do so; we will find a way to put it to some good purpose. "I gave them the money, bowed and left. "The next day Chouquet came to me and said brusquely: "'That woman left her wagon here what have you done with it? "'Nothing; take it if you wish. "'It's just what I wanted, he added, and walked off.
"One day, on entering the village, where her heart always remained, she saw Chouquet coming out of his pharmacy with a young lady leaning on his arm. She was his wife. That night the chair-mender threw herself into the river. A drunkard passing the spot pulled her out and took her to the drug store. Young Chouquet came down in his dressing gown to revive her.
As soon as Chouquet understood that he had been loved by 'that vagabond! that chair-mender! that wanderer! he swore with indignation as though his reputation had been sullied, the respect of decent people lost, his personal honor, something precious and dearer to him than life, gone. His exasperated wife kept repeating: 'That beggar! That beggar!
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