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The wolf had the sheep by the throat, and was pulling as hard as Martine was. Martine's dog bit the wolf's legs, but he didn't seem to feel it, and when Master Silvain fired full at him he rolled over with a piece of the sheep's throat between his teeth. Martine's eyes were staring and her mouth had become quite white.
The Governor, getting very close to him and discussing the campaign in the most intimate way, told him that if Martine was rejected, the political effect on our party's fortunes would be disastrous; that we were sure we had the votes and that the next ballot would give proof of this, and that it was only a question, to use a campaign phrase, of "getting on the band wagon" and making Martine's nomination unanimous.
In immense relief of mind he said cheerily, "I will watch to-night"; and so it was arranged. His cousin, soothed and hushed in his desire to talk, soon dropped into quiet slumber, while Martine's thronging thoughts banished the sense of drowsiness. A shaded lamp burned near, making a circle of light and leaving the rest of the ward dim and shadowy.
Indeed, Monsieur D'A , your literature is at a very reduced ebb; bombastic in the drama shallow in philosophy mawkish in poetry, your writers of the present day seem to think, with Boileau "'Souvent de tous nos maux la raison est le pire." "Surely," cried Madame D'Anville, "you will allow De la Martine's poetry to be beautiful?"
His shoulders were thin, and his neck was as round as Martine's. Master Silvain used to say that he was the living portrait of their mother. I had never seen Eugène angry. He hummed songs all day long. In the evening he used to come back from the fields sitting sideways on one of the oxen, and he nearly always sang the same song.
And he added with his indulgent, cheerful air: "If you are afraid for the end of the month, my girl, tell the butcher to send my bill apart. And don't fear; you are not going to be asked for any of your money to settle it with; your sous may lie sleeping." This was an allusion to Martine's little personal fortune.
And not another word; you would pain me greatly." Martine's eyes, too, filled with tears. It was just in time that they made peace, for Clotilde entered almost immediately. She had risen early, eager to see Pascal, hoping doubtless, up to the last moment, that he would keep her. Her own eyelids were heavy from want of sleep, and she looked at him steadily as she entered, with her inquiring air.
We were constantly coming in contact with these currents of opposition, and how to overcome them and bring the Irish vote into our fold was the task that devolved upon me as the manager of Martine's campaign.
No direct word came to me of the Governor-elect's attitude on this vital question. Rumours of his position toward Senator Smith's candidacy filtered "through the lines" from Princeton; various stories and intimations that seemed to indicate that the Governor-elect would allow Martine's selection to go by default; that he would not interfere in any way to carry out the mandate of the election.
Everything was a source of amusement to them, and they laughed innocently at their misery. At the end of the first month Pascal thought of Martine's wages. Usually she took her forty francs herself from the common purse which she kept. "My poor girl," he said to her one evening, "what are you going to do for your wages, now that we have no more money?"
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