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With her departure from Liége, we also gladly dismiss her from these pages for ever. So Madelon, tossing and moaning on her bed of sickness, is once more all alone in the world, except for Jeanne-Marie, to whom, before two days were over, she had somehow become the one absorbing interest in life.
A Summer with Jeanne-Marie. At the back of Jeanne-Marie's house lay the garden, sheltered by the steep rocky hill that rose just beyond.
As for Jeanne-Marie, as soon as the house was quiet, on the evening of that day so eventful for our little Madelon, she sat down and wrote two letters: one she put into a large envelope, which she directed to a street in Paris; the other, inclosed in the first, was addressed to the Superior of the Convent at Liége, and the letters, with their Paris direction, were put into the post that very night.
"I told him what you told me," said the man, in a surly voice. "What was that?" "That your niece was ill, and that he was to come and see her." "Was that all?" No answer. "Was that all?" repeated Jeanne-Marie. "Allons, Jacques, don't keep me waiting. I will know what you said to the doctor."
"Jacques," said Jeanne-Marie, "go at once for the doctor, and tell him to come here, for some one is very ill." "Hein?" said Jacques again, "does that concern me? I must attend to my own affairs, and finish my wine, Jeanne-Marie."
"Yes, that is Monsieur Horace. Ah, no, he is not unkind, he is kinder than any one you do not understand, Jeanne-Marie, and I cannot tell you, but I am very unhappy." She put her arms round the woman's neck, and hid her face on her shoulder. In truth, Jeanne-Marie did not understand what all this terrible grief and despair were about.
But she had far less confidence in Jacques Monnier's wisdom, and thought it not inexpedient to go downstairs, after the doctor's departure, and give her customer a word of exhortation. He was seated at the table as before, twirling the glass in his fingers, and gazing vacantly out of window. "Well, Jacques," said Jeanne-Marie, "and what did you tell the doctor?"
Ah, if she had but died there, died while she was all unconscious, before this cruel grief and disappointment had come upon her! And meanwhile, Jeanne-Marie, in the room below, had been hardening her heart against the child after her own fashion. She had answered Mrs.
"Does that concern you?" answered the woman sharply enough; "drink your wine, Jacques Monnier, and do not trouble yourself with other people's affairs." "Est-elle morte, la petite?" asked Jacques, recoiling at the sight of Madelon's white face. "Est-elle morte?" repeated Jeanne-Marie, "and with her eyes as wide open as yours!
"Horace has gone out," she said; "we have been talking over our plans, Aunt Barbara; we have settled quite now that we will first go to Liége and Le Trooz, and see Jeanne-Marie, and then go on to the south. It is good of Monsieur Horace to go to Liége, for it is all to please me, and it is quite out of his way." "And you go on to L afterwards?
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