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Secondly, in the presentation by short song and very sober gesture and facial expression of grim tragedies, a presentation more vivid and poignant than the ordinary theatre can give, despite its numerous aids to art. Then came the charming utterance of quaint old songs who can forget Béranger's "La Grandmère" as it came from her?
Tournebut was familiar ground to d'Aché. He was related to Mme. de Combray, and before the Revolution, when he was on furlough, he had made long visits there while "grandmère Brunelle" was still alive. He had been back since then and had spent there part of the autumn of 1803.
'Could you do that for your grandmere? I once asked, as she stopped for breath, because this tale always excited her. She crossed herself devoutly, and answered with fire in her eyes, and a resolute gesture of her little brown hands, 'I should try, mademoiselle. I think she would, and succeed, too, for she was a brave and tender-hearted child, as she soon after proved.
'Is it true, my grandson? 'True; yes indeed, Madame ma Grandmere, replied Gaspard. 'And you should have seen how all the world applauded him. 'I would not have applauded him, said Eustace sadly. 'I would have tried to teach him that nothing can be of more sad omen for a king than to regard his Parliament as his enemy.
I didn't like it a bit at first, but one can get used to anything in time. Ninette's maiden sister, Miss Marie Madeline Antoinette Hortense Prevost, was awfully nice to me; so was grandmere Prevost. I lived with them till I was sixteen, when I was sent to France. That is, you could have seen me three years ago. I'm not there now, thank goodness! I'm in California.
I will not betray you, and when we come up with the gang it will be too late to find you." 'Then the great temptation of Satan came to this girl. She had no wish to suffer, but she could not leave the good old grandmere to die alone. She wept, she prayed, and the saints gave her courage. "No, I will not go," she said; and in the morning at St. Malo she was shot with the old mother in her arms.
It maintained an open-mouthed silence even as its mother whisked out of the bath-room and brought the door to with a bang, leaving grandmere in the centre of a pool of white, still whispering shrilly that even though a wise father might by chance know his own son, a mother never could hope to know her own daughter.
Now in translating madame's "Voyage de ma Grandmère," I noticed something equivalent to an interlineation, but in her own writing like all the rest, and added in a perfectly unconcealed, candid manner, at the end of a paragraph near the close of the story. It struck me as an innocent gloss of the copyist, justified in her mind by some well-credited family tradition.
"These afflicted ones, these peculiar ones they are still capable of something. Many times have I seen it; the old, old tottering grandmère, the crazy aunt, the bad-tempered husband, even the inebriate, can find, when they are guided, work which suits and maintains them.
Aimée looked at her keenly for some moments with a curious expression on her tightly-folded lips. "You would have me believe that Marie went into the ravine when she knew the spirits were about, and went on the arm of Geoffroi?" "I tell you, Grandmère, that she did so. It was Jeanne that compelled her.
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