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The Vallins were at table, slowly eating slices of bread which they parsimoniously spread with a little rancid butter on a plate between the two. M. d'Hubieres recommenced his proposals, but with more insinuations, more oratorical precautions, more shrewdness.
The Vallins were at table, slowly eating slices of bread which they parsimoniously spread with a little rancid butter on a plate between the two. M. d'Hubieres recommenced his proposals, but with more insinuations, more oratorical precautions, more shrewdness.
She recovered her breath, and continued: "We are alone, my husband and I. We should keep it Are you willing?" The peasant woman began to understand. She asked: "You want to take Charlot from us? Oh, no, indeed!" Then M. d'Hubières intervened: "My wife has not explained clearly what she means. We wish to adopt him, but he will come back to see you.
Tapping her foot with impatience, Madame d'Hubieres granted it at once, and, as she wished to carry off the child with her, she gave a hundred francs extra, as a present, while her husband drew up a paper. And the young woman, radiant, carried off the howling brat, as one carries away a wished-for knick-knack from a shop.
The man, grave and deliberate, said nothing; but approved of what his wife said by a continued nodding of his head. Mme. d'Hubières, in dismay, began to weep, and turning to her husband, with a voice full of tears, the voice of a child used to having all its wishes gratified, she stammered: "They will not do it, Henri, they will not do it."
Madame d'Hubieres remembered that there were two children, quite little, and she asked, through her tears, with the tenacity of a wilful and spoiled woman: "But is the other little one not yours?" Father Tuvache answered: "No, it is our neighbors'. You can go to them if you wish." And he went back into his house, whence resounded the indignant voice of his wife.
The man, grave and deliberate, said nothing; but approved of what his wife said by a continued nodding of his head. Madame d'Hubieres, in dismay, began to weep; turning to her husband, with a voice full of tears, the voice of a child used to having all its wishes gratified, she stammered: "They will not do it, Henri, they will not do it."
She returned again; made the acquaintance of the parents, and reappeared every day with her pockets full of dainties and pennies. Her name was Madame Henri d'Hubieres. One morning, on arriving, her husband alighted with her, and without stopping to talk to the children, who now knew her well, she entered the farmer's cottage. They were busy chopping wood for the fire.
She recovered her breath, and continued: "We are alone, my husband and I. We would keep it. Are you willing?" The peasant woman began to understand. She asked: "You want to take Charlot from us? Oh, no, indeed!" Then M. d'Hubieres intervened: "My wife has not made her meaning clear. We wish to adopt him, but he will come back to see you.
Then Mme. d'Hubières bethought herself that there were two children, quite little, and she asked, through her tears, with the tenacity of a wilful and spoiled woman: "But is the other little one not yours?" Father Tuvache answered: "No, it is our neighbors'. You can go to them, if you wish." And he went back into his house whence resounded the indignant voice of his wife.
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