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She nodded reflectively, but then she threw her head back, and a look now it was plain, something like hatred flickered in it flew to the others standing there so rich, so fine, with rings on their ringers, and at whom her Jean-Pierre was peeping. "Neni!" She repeated it once more and still more curtly and more obstinately than before.
Latterly she had stayed for a few days several times with her son-in-law, arguing against sorrow and misfortune with composed face and gentle tones. Jean-Pierre felt the convictions imbibed in the regiment torn out of his breast not by arguments but by facts. Striding over his fields he thought it over. There were three of them. Three! All alike! Why?
Some months afterwards, one evening when the kitchen had been swept, and the door locked, Jean-Pierre, looking at the cot, asked his wife: "What's the matter with those children?" The husband went on grinding his bread and butter slowly, gazing at the wall, the soup-plate smoking under his chin. He revolved the words in his mind as he drove back. "Simple!
I am not impatient for myself." The old fellow nodded over his stick. "I dare say; I dare say," he muttered. "You may be right. Do what you like. It's the mother that will be pleased." The mother was pleased with her daughter-in-law. Jean-Pierre brought the two-wheeled spring-cart with a rush into the yard.
They had the same dark eyes as little Jean-Pierre, and they stared with them half boldly, half timidly at the strange lady who was smiling at them. The woman did not recognise the lady and gentleman again who had given her a present in the Venn the day before or did she only pretend not to?
Thus, half-an-hour's drive from our village still stands the chateau and birthplace of Florian, the Pollux of fabulists, La Fontaine being the Castor, no other stars of similar magnitude shining in their especial arc. Jean-Pierre Claris de Florian was born here in 1755, just sixty years after the great fabulist's death.
"I come of a race that have always known how to die! But what harm has that innocent child done in this world? What harm has poor old Jean-Pierre done, and, oh ... is the world so full of brave and noble men that the bravest of them all be so unjustly sent to death?"
He watched Paul Schlieben out of the corner of his eye, and called out as they call out at an auction: "Two hundred, two hundred and fifty, three hundred. 'Pon my word, it isn't too much. Jean-Pierre is a fine boy just look at his fists. And his thighs. A splendid fellow." He noticed the longing expression in Käte's eyes "Three hundred thalers is not worth talking about for the boy, is it, ma'am?"
Without raising her head, without looking at the table or at the cradle she said in a loud voice but there was no ring in the voice: "Allons bon. [Footnote A: Eh bien. Jean-Pierre est
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