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Updated: June 26, 2025
It was their last evening, and they had said that they would make it longer than usual, it would last till midnight, Gracieuse had decided: midnight, which in the villages is an unseasonable and black hour, an hour after which, she did not know why, all seemed to the little betrothed graver and guiltier.
Perhaps this old Mother Superior herself, this old, dried-up girl with childish smile and grave, pure eyes, would have opened her arms to him, as to a son, understanding everything, forgiving everything, despite the rules and despite the vows? And perhaps Gracieuse might have been returned to him, without kidnapping, without deception, almost excused by her companions of the cloister.
And Ramuntcho felt on his cheek a tear of Gracieuse: "No," he said at last, "I will not desert; I think that I would not have the courage to do it " "I thought the same thing as you, my Ramuntcho," she said. "No, let us not do that. I was waiting for you to say it " Then he realized that he also was crying, like her
Evenings! In the odorous and warm darkness of the garden, to be seated very near Gracieuse; to put his arm around her, little by little to draw her to him and hold her against his breast, and remain thus for a long time without saying anything, his chin resting on her hair, breathing the young and healthy scent of her body.
And he was there, exhausted from fatigue and heat, as if wrecked in the ferns, at a turn of those little, mountain routes which run solitary under oaks. Gracieuse came down and bought a Holy Virgin. "Later," she said to Ramuntcho, "we shall put it in our house as a souvenir " And the image, dazzling in its gold frame, went with them under the long, green vaults
At last here come the sisters, so long expected by Ramuntcho; with them advance Gracieuse and her mother, Dolores, who is still in widow's weeds, her face invisible under a black cape closed by a crape veil. What can this Dolores be plotting with the Mother Superior? Ramuntcho, knowing that these two women are enemies, is astonished and disquiet to-day to see them walk side by side.
The ball-game square, while he walks quickly above it, is still lighted by the sun with a finishing ray, oblique, toward the background, toward the wall which the ancient inscription surmounts, as on the evening of his first great success, four years ago, when, in the joyous crowd, Gracieuse stood in a blue gown, she who has become a black nun to-day.
The large one, that of the Virgin, in white silk embroidered with pale gold, was borne by Gracieuse, who walked in white dress, her eyes lost in a mystic dream. Behind the young girls, came the women, all the women of the village, wearing black veils, including Dolores and Franchita, the two enemies.
The orchestra played Wagner's overture to "Tannhaeuser." He cried, "Bis!" And the audience in chorus shouted, "Bis!" And the orchestra repeated the whole overture. Then the audience turned again to Liszt and screamed, "Vive Liszt!" Madame, Permettez-moi de venir vous remercier demain au Conservatoire de votre gracieuse invitation dont je serai charme de profiter. Mille respectueux hommages,
Men, numerous enough, closed this cortege, tapers in their hands, heads uncovered but there were especially gray hairs, faces with expressions vanquished and resigned, heads of old men. Gracieuse, holding high the banner of the Virgin, became at this hour one of the Illuminati; she felt as if she were marching, as after death, toward the celestial tabernacles.
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