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He bent over the work, and the girl's ringlets swept lightly over his cheek. Their hands met and their breaths mingled. For an instant Évariste tasted an ecstatic bliss, but to feel Élodie's lips so close to his own filled him with fear, and dreading to alarm her modesty, he drew back quickly.
She denied she had ever given red carnations to anybody but Évariste; but perhaps, on this point, her memory was not very good. He had little experience of women and was far from having fully fathomed Élodie's character; still, he deemed her quite capable of cajoling and deceiving a cleverer man than himself. "Why deny?" he asked. "I know all."
Évariste walked beside Élodie, smilingly recalling memories of their first meetings: "Two young birds had fallen out of their nests on the roof on to the sill of your window. You brought the little creatures up by hand; one of them lived and in due time flew away. The other died in the nest of cotton-wool you had made him. 'It was the one I loved best, I remember you said.
For Évariste, she bent with an air of painstaking absorption over her scarf, for she wanted to stir a sentiment of serious affection in his heart. Élodie was neither very young nor very pretty. She might have been deemed plain at the first glance.
The sentiment Évariste inspired in her heart was profound enough for her to dream of making him the partner of her life. She was very ready to marry him, but hardly expected her father would approve the union of his only daughter with a poor and unknown artist. Gamelin had nothing, while the printseller turned over large sums of money.
"Let us leave that question, then, since it seems to irritate you, and let us go on to your residence here. How have you supported yourself at Saigon?" "By my work, forsooth! I have two arms; and I am not a good-for- nothing." "You have found employment, you say, as engraver on metal?" "No." "But you said" Evariste Crochard, surnamed Bagnolet, could hardly conceal his impatience.
Turning to him: "There stands the citoyen Évariste Gamelin," she said, "for whose sake I have spent the day at the Committee of General Security, and who is an ungrateful wretch. Scold him for me." "Ah! citoyenne," cried the young soldier, "you have seen our Legislators at the Tuileries. What an afflicting sight!
Information got from some of the prisoners taken months ago by the United States brig Porpoise. But" a still softer whisper "have no fear; they will never find him: Jean Thompson and Evariste Varrillat have hid him away too well for that." The Saturday following was a very beautiful day.
Reaching the rendezvous before the appointed time, Évariste waited, measuring the minutes by the beating of his heart as by the pendulum of a clock. A patrol passed, guarding a convoy of prisoners.
When his turn came to enter the shop, he found the hampers and lockers already emptied; the baker handed him the only scrap of bread left, which did not weigh two pounds. Évariste paid his money, and the gate was slammed on his heels, for fear of a riot and the people carrying the place by storm.
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