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Madelon, as we know, had never confided her hopes, and plans, and wishes to her; but she knew that the child whom she loved better than all the world was in trouble, and that she must send her away without being able to say a word to comfort her, and that seemed hard to bear. So they sat silent for awhile; and then Jeanne-Marie got up.
It was the very next day that the wartfrogs made their move. Under the direction of Lambert, they went about their work, and it was business as usual. Then, when one of the amphibious pigs saw the small unicorn in the field behind them, Lambert called for a halt. The wartfrogs turned around and went back toward Jeanne-Marie.
"And why do you not write to him at once, mon enfant?" "I cannot," was all Madelon's answer, nor could Jeanne-Marie ever extract any further explanation on that point.
Jeanne-Marie could not spare time to go again to Spa the next day, but she went with Madelon to the station, and waited till the train that bore her away was out of sight, and then, all lonely, she walked back to her empty house. How Madelon kept her Promise.
"Don't take me back to the convent!" she cried in sharp, piteous accents; "don't take me back; I can't go, I can't no, no, no!" "No one shall take you back," said Jeanne-Marie, trying to soothe her. But she paid no heed. "Indeed I can't go. Ah, Madame, you said you knew papa; have pity upon me! I promised him I would never be a nun.
I will be sorry to be apart from this dear unicorn, however. We have been talking, and we agree that we belong together. I will be anxiously looking forward to seeing her again very soon." "No," replied Jeanne-Marie. "I shall come back to the farm and help you to rid yourself of those former employees of yours. Then we shall travel together to the Emerald City."
So they had sailed away for Newfoundland, and he supposed it was as good a place as any for a man who was now a deserter. Very likely they had looked for him a long time, and had been surprised, for he was accounted a good man. Anyway it was Jeanne-Marie's baby, and one could not leave it to be neglected and to die, because Jeanne-Marie had loved it very much.
"Who said I came through the village at all? And what does it matter to you what the neighbours say?" retorted Jeanne-Marie, "attend to what I say that is enough for you, Jacques and if you do hear anyone say anything about the child upstairs, tell them it is my niece come on a visit, and not a word more; otherwise you understand "
She pushed open the door that stood ajar, and went into the little public room; it was empty; the table shoved away into one corner, the chairs placed against the wall no signs of the old life and occupation. "Can Jeanne-Marie have gone away, do you think?" said Madelon, almost piteously. "I am sure she cannot be here." "I will inquire," said Graham.
He died, you know, and sent me to the convent at Liége to be with Aunt Thérèse; but he made me promise before he died. I can't go back I should die too. Ah, Madame, have pity on me!" She was kneeling on the bed now, her hands clasped with her pitiful little imploring gesture. Jeanne-Marie came close to her, and smoothed back her hair caressingly with her rough work-a-day fingers.
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