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She let them do as they liked, only she seemed neither to hear nor speak, and she never spoke. All that Jeannot could tell was that he had found her in Paris, and had saved her from the river. The women were sorrowful, and reproached themselves. Perhaps she had done wrong, but they had been harsh, and she was so young.
I will just say to Our Lady, 'I am wicked, perhaps, but I cannot help it' So, I will not deceive her at all; and perhaps in time she may forgive. But I think you only say it to try me. It cannot, I am sure, be wrong any more than it is to talk to Jeannot or to Bac."
But they grew afraid of her afraid of that sad, changeless, far-away look in her eves, and of the mute weariness that was on her and, being perplexed, were sure, like all ignorant creatures, that what was secret must be also vile. So they hung aloof, and let her alone, and by and by scarcely nodded as they passed her but said to Jeannot,
At that moment there went across the dark fields, against the dusky red sky, a young man with a pile of brushwood on his back, and a hatchet in his hand. "You are late, Bébée," he called to her in Flemish, and scowled at the stranger by her side. "A good-looking lad; who is it?" said her companion. "That is Jeannot, the son of old Sophie," she answered him.
Jeannot going by from the forest night after night saw the light twinkling in the hut window, and sometimes crept softly up and looked through the chinks of the wooden shutter, and saw her leaning over some big old volume with her pretty brows drawn together, and her mouth shut close in earnest effort, and he would curse the man who had changed her so and go away with rage in his breast and tears in his eyes, not daring to say anything, but knowing that never would Bébée's little brown hand lie in love within his own.
What matter he said to himself she loved him, poor little soul, though she did not know it; and there would always be Jeannot glad enough of a handful of bright French gold. He pushed the gate gently against her; her hands fastened the rosebud and drew open the latch themselves. "Will you come in a little?" she said, with the happy light in her face.
Arnould instructed her servant Jeannot, and had him announced pompously under the title of the Chevalier de Médicis, giving M. Barthe to understand that the young man was an illegitimate son of the house of Medici. The pretended nobleman appeared to be treated with respect and distinction by the company, and he spoke to the poet with much affability, professing great admiration for his works.
First of all she took Jeannot in, and then she came out to me, and then she went in again to see how long he would be." "I'm sorry she left you alone in the street. She ought not to have done so, and I've told her.... The King's Road, with all kinds of people about!" Mimi said nothing. The new Madame Vaillac moved a little towards the fire.
"What are you doing up so late?" asked Jeannot; he was coming from the forest in the dead of night to bring food for his family; he lost his sleep thus often, but he never thought that he did anything except his duty in those long, dark, tiring tramps to and fro between Soignies and Laeken. Bébée shut her book and smiled with dreaming eyes, that saw him not at all.
A low, sharp, sudden cry reached him, went to his heart, but he did not turn; he went on through the wet, green little garden, and the curling leaves, where he had found peace and had left desolation. "I will let her alone, and she will marry Jeannot," thought Flamen; and he believed himself a good man for once in his life, and pitied himself for having become a sentimentalist.
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