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Lafirme: you have somebody’s ultimate good in view, when you say that. Is it your own, or mine or whose is it?” “Oh! not mine.” “I will leave Place-du-Bois, certainly, if you wish it.” As she looked at him she was forced to admit that she had never seen him look as he did now. His face, usually serious, had a whole unwritten tragedy in it.
Lafirme of late, with a persistence that had puzzled him to seek its cause, which had only fully revealed itself in the morning Yet, where else could she be? An undefined terror was laying hold of him. His sensitive nature, in exaggerating its own heartlessness, was blindly overestimating the delicacy of hers. To what may he not have driven her?
Lafirme,” said Hosmer, seeming moved to pursue the subject, and addressing the spray of white blossoms that adorned Thérèse’s black hat, “you admit, I suppose, that in urging your views upon me, you have in mind the advancement of my happiness?” “Well understood.” “Then why wish to substitute some other form of enjoyment for the one which I find in following my inclinations?”
“Mrs. Lafirme is in need of a rebuke, which I shall proceed to administer,” thrusting a crumpled handful of rose leaves down the neck of Thérèse’s dress, and laughing joyously in her scuffle to accomplish the punishment. “No, madam; I don’t go to Bedlam; I drive others there. Ask Grégoire what we’re going to do. Tell them, Grégoire.” “They ain’t much to tell. We’a goin’ hoss back ridin’.”
“What would you have me do, Mrs. Lafirme?” “I would have you do what is right,” she said eagerly, approaching him. “O, don’t present me any questions of right and wrong; can’t you see that I’m blind?” he said, self accusingly. “What ever I do, must be because you want it; because I love you.” She was standing beside him and he took her hand.
Lafirme happen to come home together this evening?” The bright lamp-light made the flush quite evident that arose to his face under her near gaze. “We met in the woods; she was coming from Morico’s.” “David, do you know that woman is an angel. She’s simply the most perfect creature I ever knew.”
The great plantation bell was clanging out the hour of noon; the hour for sweet and restful enjoyment; but to Hosmer, the sound was like the voice of a derisive demon, mocking his anguish of spirit, as he mounted his horse, and rode back to the mill. Treats of Melicent. Melicent knew that there were exchanges of confidence going on between her brother and Mrs. Lafirme, from which she was excluded.
But remember you are going away to-morrow; you’ll likely never see him again. A friendly word from you now, may do more good than you imagine. I believe he’s as unhappy at this moment as a creature can be!” Melicent looked at her horrified. “I don’t understand you at all, Mrs. Lafirme. Think what he’s done; murdered a defenseless man! How can you have him near you seated at your table?
Lafirme, her heart swelling with jealous suspicion as she looked constantly from one to the other, endeavoring to detect signs of an understanding between them. Failing to discover such, and loth to be robbed of her morbid feast of misery, she set her failure down to their pre-determined subtlety.
He had just dispatched his clerk with the daily bundle of letters to the post-office, two miles away in the Lafirme store, and he now turned with the air of a man who had well earned his moment of leisure, to the questionable relaxation of adding columns and columns of figures. The mill’s unceasing buzz made pleasant music to his ears and stirred reflections of a most agreeable nature.
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