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Then she began to speak in a thin, high voice, which no one had ever heard, a voice which seemed to come from the distance, perhaps from the depths of this heart which had always been closed. Cimme, finding this scene painful, walked away on tiptoe. Colombel, whose crippled leg was growing tired, sat down. The two women remained standing.
Colombel immediately embraced each other, without saying a word. They locked very much alike, having always worn their hair in Madonna bands, and loud red French cashmere shawls. Cimme turned to his brother-in-law, a pale, sal, low-complexioned, thin man, wasted by stomach complaints, who limped badly, and said in a serious tone of voice: "Gad! It was high time."
Her sister sighed without answering, and Colombel mumbled, thinking perhaps of the walk ahead of him: "My leg certainly is bothering me to-day:" Little Joseph and the dog were making a terrible noise; one was shrieking with pleasure, the other was barking wildly. They were playing hide-and-seek around the three flower beds, running after each other like mad.
Colombel then asked: "Wouldn't it be better if we were to return to her?" But Cimme dissuaded her from the idea: "What's the use? You can't change anything. We are just as comfortable here." Nobody insisted. Mme. Cimme observed the two green birds called love-birds. In a few words she praised this singular faithfulness and blamed the men for not imitating these animals.
Colombel, who was continually lifting his tired leg from place to place, muttered: "She is dreaming that she has children and a husband; it is the beginning of the death agony." The two sisters had not yet moved, surprised, astounded. The little maid exclaimed: "You must take off your shawls and your hits! Would you like to go into the parlor?" They went out without having said a word.
The two women and Colombel rushed in to see what was the matter. Cimme, waking up, did not budge, because, he did not wish to witness such a scene. She was sitting up, with haggard eyes.
But suddenly he entered the house and said to the girl: "I say, my girl, are we not going to have luncheon? What do you ladies wish to eat?" They finally agreed on an omelet, a piece of steak with new potatoes, cheese and coffee. As Mme. Colombel was fumbling in her pocket for her purse, Cimme stopped her, and, turning to the maid: "Have you got any money?" She answered: "Yes, monsieur."
I rushed forward with the boatswain Jadot, to protect them from my men, who were somewhat excited, and the fight was over. The name of the general, a tall fair handsome fellow, was Arista. In later days he became President of the Mexican Republic. He surrendered his sword to me, and I had him taken downstairs, and left him in the hands of artillery Commandant Colombel, who sent him to the fort.
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