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He assured me that they were very intelligent, and that he had seen an old hare, pursued by dogs, force another hare to get out of the trail so as to deceive the hunters. Darling, did Monsieur Le Menil ever talk to you about hares?" Therese replied she did not know, and that she thought hunters were tiresome. Miss Bell exclaimed.
It is now that I love you. Formerly I did not know." And while she gave to the coachman, haphazard, the address of a tailor, Le Menil went away. The meeting gave her much uneasiness and anxiety. Since she was forced to meet him again, she would have preferred to see him violent and brutal, as he had been at Florence. At the corner of the avenue she said to the coachman: "To the Ternes."
Monsieur Le Menil was dressed as a Hussar of Death, and he had much success." Miss Bell said that she was sorry not to have known that M. Le Menil was in Florence. Certainly, she should have invited him to come to Fiesole.
And here a real above-ground battle of the old obsolete kind took place, and the French, driving the Germans back victoriously, fell by thousands in the trampled wheat. The church of Menil is a ruin, but the parsonage still stands a plain little house at the end of the street; and here the cure received us, and led us into a room which he has turned into a chapel.
She did not think M. Le Menil was ever tiresome when talking of the hares that danced in the moonlight on the plains and among the vines. She would like to raise a hare, like Phanion. "Darling, you do not know Phanion. Oh, I am sure that Monsieur Dechartre knows her. She was beautiful, and dear to poets.
It was a decapitated head of the Medusa, a work wherein Leonardo, the sculptor said, had expressed the minute profundity and tragic refinement of his genius. She wished to see it again, regretting that she had not seen it better at first. She extinguished her lamp and went to sleep. She dreamed that she met in a deserted church Robert Le Menil enveloped in furs which she had never seen him wear.
She did not think M. Le Menil was ever tiresome when talking of the hares that danced in the moonlight on the plains and among the vines. She would like to raise a hare, like Phanion. "Darling, you do not know Phanion. Oh, I am sure that Monsieur Dechartre knows her. She was beautiful, and dear to poets.
He is full of ideas." "Oh, I do not ask for so much," Madame Martin said. "People that are natural and show themselves as they are rarely bore me, and sometimes they amuse me." When Paul Vence had gone, Le Menil listened until the noise of footsteps had vanished; then, coming nearer: "To-morrow, at three o'clock? Do you still love me?" He asked her to reply while they were alone.
Montessuy rose, placed his hand on the Deputy's shoulder, and said: "My dear Berthier, I have an idea that the Cabinet will fall at the beginning of the session." He approached his daughter. "I have received an odd letter from Le Menil." Therese rose and closed the door that separated the parlor from the billiard-room. She was afraid of draughts, she said.
You know my husband is mistaken when he thinks Le Menil pleases me. And then I must go to Paris next week for two or three days." Twenty-four hours after writing her letter, Therese went from Dinard to the little house in the Ternes. She had made the trip with her husband, who wanted to see his electors whom the Socialists were working over.
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