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Updated: May 15, 2025
Under cover of the gay music there were angry muttered words and reproaches. "Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo!" Florette would trill happily to the audience as she poised on one toe. "What-ta you tryin' to do shake me off'n the bar?" she would mutter under her breath to her partner. "That's right! Leggo o' me an' lemme bus' my bean, damn you!" snarled Howard.
But Ulrich's approach quickly cheered and rejuvenated her. Florette now knew what her son had experienced in life, what had moved his heart, his soul, and could not contradict him, when he told her that power was the highest prize of existence. The Eletto's ambitious mind could not be satisfied with little Aalst.
"Yeah, tha's the way you've always spoiled that kid. Look a' them pale cheeks! Li'l ole pale face!" Howard taunted, stretching a teasing hand toward Freddy. "Mamma's boy! Reg'lar sissy, he is!" He gave Freddy a poke in the ribs. Freddy shrank back, made himself as small as possible in his chair, looked mutely at Florette. "Aw, cut it out, Howard," she begged. "Quit raggin' the kid, can't you?"
But Ulrich's approach quickly cheered and rejuvenated her. Florette now knew what her son had experienced in life, what had moved his heart, his soul, and could not contradict him, when he told her that power was the highest prize of existence. The Eletto's ambitious mind could not be satisfied with little Aalst.
Yet who can account for human caprice, especially in such matters? The three young men Louis Dubarry, and John and William Berners all fixed their affections upon Florette Mayo, the youngest beauty. "Fierce and bitter was the rivalry between the lovers. But the young girl returned the love of John Berners, and married him, and became your ancestress, as you know, Sybil.
"Now, then, young man," commanded Howard sternly, "you eat that, and you eat it quick!" Freddy obeyed literally, swallowing as fast as he could, with painful gasps and gulps, fighting to keep the tears back. Florette reached under the table and silently squeezed his knee. He flashed her a smile and swallowed a huge slimy mouthful. "You ain't eatin' nothin' yourse'f, Howard," said Florette acidly.
The mother fled from the child, but she cannot abandon her new-found son. Oh, maternal love, thou dost hover in radiant bliss far above the clouds, and amid choirs of angels! Oh, maternal heart, thou dost bleed pierced with swords, more full of sorrows than any other! Poor, poor Florette!
In the vestibule, he leaned his head against the wall, moaning and sighing, until Florette was laid in her last bed, and a soldier put his hand on his shoulder. Then Ulrich strewed flowers over the corpse, and the joiner came to nail up the coffin. The blows of the hammer actually hurt him, it seemed as if each one fell upon his own heart.
Freddy had always been accustomed to a nice breakfast of tea and toast and jam, but Howard insisted on ordering oatmeal for him. "Naw, Freddy can't stand oatmeal," Florette objected. "It's good for him," said Howard, staring severely at his son across the white-topped restaurant table. "I don' see no use forcin' a person to eat what they can't stomach," said Florette.
Meantime in the camp drums beat, fifes screamed shrilly, trumpets blared, and the shouts and voices of the assembled soldiers sounded like the distant roar of the surf. A fresh burst of military music rang out, and now Florette started to her feet and listened. It seemed as if she heard Ulrich's voice, and the rapid throbbing of her heart almost stopped her breath.
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