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"'What have we done, what have we done! she repeated, and I felt against me, her floods of black hair, her warm cheek which was fragrant with eau de Nanon. "'What is it? What can it be? "'It is.... and she murmured something in my ear. "'No! I said, stupefied. 'Are you quite sure? "'Am I quite sure! "I was thunderstruck. "'You don't seem much pleased, she said sharply.
"Ha! ha! so you have been making a feast for your nephew; very good, very good, very good indeed!" he said, without stuttering. "When the cat's away, the mice will play." "Feast!" thought Charles, incapable of suspecting or imagining the rules and customs of the household. "Give me my glass, Nanon," said the master Eugenie brought the glass.
Had the little Baronne de Ribaumont been lodged in a tapes-tried chamber, between curtains of velvet and gold, with a beauffet by her side glistening with gold and silver plate, as would have befitted her station, instead of lying on a bed of straw, with no hangings to the walls save cobwebs and hay, and wallflowers, no beauffet but the old rickety table, no attendants but Nanon and M. Gardon, no visitors but the two white owls, no provisions save the homely fare that rustic mothers lived upon neither she nor her babe could have thriven better, and probably not half so well.
"Then they must eat frippe?" said Nanon. Frippe is a word of the local lexicon of Anjou, and means any accompaniment of bread, from butter which is spread upon it, the commonest kind of frippe, to peach preserve, the most distinguished of all the frippes; those who in their childhood have licked the frippe and left the bread, will comprehend the meaning of Nanon's speech.
La Grande Nanon, so called on account of her height, which was five feet eight inches, had lived with Monsieur Grandet for thirty-five years. Though she received only sixty francs a year in wages, she was supposed to be one of the richest serving-women in Saumur.
I am sending you two novels for your collection of my writings: you are not OBLIGED to read them immediately, if you are deep in serious things. CCXLI. TO GEORGE SAND Monday evening, eleven o'clock, 25 November, 1872 The postman just now, at five o'clock, has brought your two volumes to me. I am going to begin Nanon at once, for I am very curious about it.
The Duchesse de Lude sent twenty thousand crowns to Nanon, and on the very evening of the day on which the King had spoken to Monsieur, she had the place. Thus it is! A Nanon sells the most important and the most brilliant offices, and a Duchess of high birth is silly enough to buy herself into servitude! This appointment excited much envy.
At dinner he looked for the lady; but she did not appear at the long table, where the shrill old ladies, the epicurean old bachelors, the noisy students, daily devoured and grumbled at the four or five courses which old Nanon developed out of her inner consciousness and a rather scantily furnished larder.
There came a discreet tap at the door to break in upon her prayer. "It is Bontems, madame," said Mademoiselle Nanon. "He says that the king is ready." "Then we shall not keep him waiting. Come, mademoiselle, and may God shed His blessing upon what we are about to do!" The little party assembled in the king's ante-room, and started from there to the private chapel.
At the instant that he looked she moved her neck, and he could see what she was doing. She was pushing back the long hand of the clock. Captain de Catinat had hardly vanished through the one door before the other was thrown open by Mademoiselle Nanon, and the king entered the room.
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