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His mother was of Norman extraction, Laure de Poittevin, the sister of Alfred de Poittevin, Flaubert's dearest friend, a poet who died young. There is no truth in the gossip that Guy was the son of Flaubert. Flaubert loved both the Poittevins; hence his lively interest in Guy. There was a younger brother, Hervé de Maupassant, who died of a mental disorder.
I've lived a queer life; I've seen women like Laure in fact, I was raised among them and nothing they do surprises me very much. But I've learned a good many lessons around saloons and gambling-places. One is this: never cheat. Father taught me that. He gave everybody a square deal, including himself. It's a good thing to think about a square deal all around, even to yourself."
An old man is a man who has dined, and who watches others eat; and I, young as I am my plate is empty, and I am hungry. Laure, Laure, my two only and immense desires, to be famous and to be loved will they ever be satisfied?" There is a touch of the ideal in them. Later, one wonders where he keeps his ideal. He has one of course, artistically, but it never peeps out.
There's no understanding you girls! There's no getting along with you, either. What's on your mind, eh? Are you after him or his coin?" "I don't know." Laure was gazing at Phillips with a peculiar expression. "I'm not sure. Maybe I'm after both. Will you be good and hire him, or " "Oh, you've got me!" Best declared, with frank resentment.
They've made their piles and I'm well, look at me." "You blame me?" He stared at her for a moment. "What's the difference whether I blame you or myself? I'm through. I've been through for some time, but this is curtain." "Pierce!" Impatiently he flung her off and strode out of the theater. Laure was staring blindly after him when Joe McCaskey spoke to her. "Have a dance?" he inquired.
In 1820 she married an engineer, M. Midy de la Greneraye Surville, and from the first the marriage was not very happy, as Honore writes, a month after it took place, to blame Laure for her melancholy at the separation from her family, and to counsel philosophy and piano practice.
The sculptor, however, came to live in the same house with his fiancee, and his family wrote him letters which he showed to Madame Surville, containing damaging revelations about family matters. As a culminating indiscretion, his mother wrote to this sculptor, "who is David, or Pradier, or Ingres," a letter in which she treated him like a street boy. What would Laure do in these circumstances?
She's all bereaved up over this thing; she sent us here to cheer you. You was clean as an apple, then and easier to pick now you're just a common bar-fly, the same as us. Laure done it. She's the baby vampire that made a bum of you." "You're not very flattering." Phillips smiled faintly. "Oh, I'm sort of repeatin' what Letty said.
His was a tragic past; he could not bear to think of it, much less could he speak of it. Noting that the oarsman appeared to be weary, Pierce volunteered to relieve him, an offer which was quickly accepted. As he seated himself and prepared to fall to work Laure advised him: "Better count your money and see if it's all there." He did as directed. "It's all here," he assured her.
The unhappy Laure had been forced to unwilling vows to keep her from this beggarly lover, and, when he fled to Spain, both became dead to our ville for long years.
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