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The doctor, suddenly gloomy, watched her tugging at the laces. "Don't scowl," said Félicie. "I am never tight-laced. With my waist I should surely be a fool if I were." And she added, thinking of her best friend in the theatre, "It's all very well for Fagette, who has no shoulders and no hips; she's simply straight up and down. Michon, you can pull a little tighter still.
And Didine once out of the way," he went on, talking to himself, "I will treat Maman Cardot to a call and a novelette: I have seduced her Felicie at Saint-Eustache Felicie, guilty through passion, bears in her bosom the pledge of our affection and larifla, fla, fla! the father Ergo, the notary, his wife, and his daughter are caught, nabbed "
Treat me therefore as a brother; accept my purse, take what you will from it, the more you take the better you prove your regard for me. I am wholly at your service WITHOUT INTEREST, you understand, neither at twelve nor at one quarter per cent. Let me be thought worthy of Felicie, that is all I ask.
May I not know thy name also, my fair young mees?" "It is Sara Olmstead, ma'am, and I am a fisherman's daughter." "And I, my fisher-lass, am name Madame Grandet now, though my girl name it was Felicie." "Oh, how pretty!" "You t'ink? Do you know it mean 'happy, 'fortunate, and I am that, for I have few cares, and my husband does indulge every wish I can make.
Helen started up in her bed, and awaking thoroughly, saw that it was only Cecilia in her dressing-gown. "Cecilia! What's the matter, my dear? are you worse?" Lady Cecilia put her finger on her lips, closed the door behind her, and said, "Hush! hush! or you'll waken Felicie; she is sleeping in the dressing-room to-night. Mamma ordered it, in case I should want her." "And how are you now?
Félicie, you know I am not one to pay compliments. Nevertheless, I saw you the day before yesterday, and I assure you that in the second of La Mère confidente you put in some excellent touches, which are far from easy to bring off." Nanteuil, with smiling eyes, waited as is always the case when one has received a compliment for another.
Morton wondered what this stranger could have expected better than this, and remarked encouragingly, "She's got carpets on most all her rooms, and she hooks the nicest rugs in Killamet, all big flowers, or cats lying down, the prettiest you ever saw!" "Aunt Felicie, do you hear that?" flinging the question over his shoulder. "We are about to meet your rival!
Marguerite and Felicie took her hands, kneeling one on each side of her, not knowing the cause of her grief, and asking at intervals, "Mother, what is it?" "My poor children, I am dying; I feel it." The answer struck home to Marguerite's heart; she saw, for the first time on her mother's face, the signs of that peculiar pallor which only comes on olive-tinted skins.
She gave advice to beginners, wrote their letters for them, and thus, in the morning or evenings earned what was almost every day her only meal. "Doctor," asked Félicie, while Madame Michon was fastening a black velvet ribbon round her neck: "You say that my fits of dizziness are due to my stomach. Are you sure of that?"
She had lied out of self-respect, and in order not to reveal a domestic secret which she regarded as derogatory to the honour of her family. The truth was that, being carried away by her passion for Ligny, Félicie had given Girmandel the go-by, and he, being a man of the world, had promptly cut off supplies.
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