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After her return to Maisons-Lafitte from Vaugirard, she would have killed herself if she had not so desired another interview where she could lay bare her heart. Not daring to appear before Andras, not even thinking of such a thing as seeking him, she resolved to wait some opportunity, some chance, she knew not what. Suddenly, she thought of Yanski Varhely.
And he felt intense self-contempt at the temptation which took possession of him to see once more Maisons-Lafitte, where he had experienced the most terrible grief of his life. What was the use of struggling? He had not forgotten, and he never could forget.
I don't know anything!" "Ah! she is expecting him!" cried Andras. "When?" "I don't know!" "You told me it was to be this evening. This evening, is it not?" The old General felt as ill at ease as if he had been before a military commission or in the hands of Froloff. "Yes, this evening." "At Maisons-Lafitte?" "At Maisons," responded Vogotzine, mechanically. "And all this wearies me wearies me.
Imagine the open square-Odessa-No, no, don't let us talk of it any more!" glancing suddenly about him, as if he feared the platoon of Cossacks were there, in the restaurant, come to drag him away in the name of the Emperor. "Oh! by the way, Prince," he exclaimed abruptly. "why don't you ever come to Maisons-Lafitte?" He must, indeed, have been drunk to address such a question to the Prince.
The coupe then took the road to Maisons-Lafitte, crossing the plain and skirting wheat-fields and vineyards, with the towering silhouette of Mont Valerien on the left, and on the right, sharply defined against the sky, a long line of hills, dotted with woods and villas, and with little villages nestling at their base, all plunged in a mysterious shadow.
Marsa laid her hand on his arm, and said, distinctly, Vogotzine being a little deaf: "Prince Andras Zilah, uncle, will do us the honor of coming to see us at Maisons-Lafitte." "Ah! Ah! Very happy! Delighted! Very flattering of you, Prince," stammered the General, pulling his white moustache, and blinking his little round eyes. "Andras Zilah! Ah! 1848! Hard days, those! All over now, though!
'I am thinking, she replied, 'that this has been one of those days of which we have but few in life. And my heart beat so that it felt as if it would break my ribs. "I saw her on the following Sunday, and the next Sunday, and every Sunday. I took her to Bougival, Saint-Germain, Maisons-Lafitte, Poissy; to every suburban resort of lovers.
The boat advanced very slowly, as if Prince Andras had given the order to delay as much as possible the arrival at Maisons-Lafitte, where the whole fete would end for him, as Marsa was to land there. Already, upon the horizon could be perceived the old mill, with its broad, slated roof.
I don't know anything!" "Ah! she is expecting him!" cried Andras. "When?" "I don't know!" "You told me it was to be this evening. This evening, is it not?" The old General felt as ill at ease as if he had been before a military commission or in the hands of Froloff. "Yes, this evening." "At Maisons-Lafitte?" "At Maisons," responded Vogotzine, mechanically. "And all this wearies me wearies me.
It was said that Marsa had been attacked by an hereditary nervous malady; and in proof of this were cited the visits made at Maisons-Lafitte by Dr. Fargeas, the famous physician of Salpetriere, who had been summoned in consultation with Dr. Villandry.
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