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The door opened, and Aunt Lison and the Widow Dentu hurried in, closely followed by the baron and his wife, the latter gasping for breath. They put Jeanne to bed again, and she closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep that she might think undisturbed. Her mother and aunt busied themselves around her, saying from time to time: "Do you know us now, Jeanne, dear?"
He left the room in exasperation, banging the door after him and exclaiming: "What stupid ideas women have!" In the afternoon Jeanne went up to see the patient. The little maid, watched over by Widow Dentu, was lying still in her bed, her eyes wide open, while the nurse held the new-born babe in her arms.
Our neighbor, Monsieur Dentu, begs you to come, if you can. "From your affectionate mother, "CESAIRE DENTU, Deputy Mayor." She did not say a word and went away, but as soon as she was alone her legs gave way under her, and she fell down by the roadside and remained there till night.
The baroness lay back in an armchair gasping for breath; the baron ran hither and thither, bringing all manner of things and completely losing his head; Julien walked up and down looking very troubled, but really feeling quite calm, and the Widow Dentu, whom nothing could surprise or startle, stood at the foot of the bed with an expression suited to the occasion on her face.
He went out with Widow Dentu, who rolled her easy chair into the next room. Jeanne shut the door and opened the windows wide. She felt the soft breath from the mown hay that lay in the moonlight on the lawn. It seemed to harrow her feelings like an ironical remark. She went back to the bed, took one of the cold, inert hands and looked at her mother earnestly.
He kissed her on the forehead, whispered, "I shall come and see you during the night," then went away with the Widow Dentu, who wheeled her armchair into the next room. Jeanne closed the door and put both windows wide open.
The baron, his hands trembling, ran hither and thither, carrying things, consulting the doctor and losing his head. Julien paced up and down, looking concerned, but perfectly calm, and Widow Dentu stood at the foot of the bed with an appropriate expression, the expression of a woman of experience whom nothing astonishes.
These stories which may be said to be as old as the race itself certainly their germs are to be found in the oldest literature and among the oldest folk-tales in the world were orally current in France and the neighboring countries in nearly the form in which Perrault wrote them for very many years; and an interesting account of the various forms in which they are found in the literature and folklore of other nations before Perrault's time is given in Les Contes de ma mère l'Oie avant Perrault, by Charles Deulin, Paris, E. Dentu, 1878.
Our neighbor, Monsieur Dentu, begs you to come, if you can. "From your affectionate mother, "CESAIRE DENTU, Deputy Mayor." She did not say a word and went away, but as soon as she was alone her legs gave way under her, and she fell down by the roadside and remained there till night.
Our neighbor, Monsieur Dentu, begs you to come, if you can. For your affectionate mother, She did not say a word, and went away, but as soon as she was alone, her legs gave way, and she fell down by the roadside, and remained there till night.
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