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Updated: June 7, 2025
Yes, Norine, you have known nothing about it, because one does not speak of such things before young girls; but for more than a year Leon has been in love with Hortense Forget, and has been teasing us to arrange the marriage not such a difficult thing after all, since it only required a word. Leon is a good catch. The only difficulty was that we wanted to keep our son with us.
ONE Sunday morning Norine and Cecile who, though it was rightly a day of rest, were, nevertheless, working on either side of their little table, pressed as they were to deliver boxes for the approaching New Year season received a visit which left them pale with stupor and fright.
Norine, utterly distracted, was possessed by one painful desire a desire that he might take himself away, and cease torturing her by his presence, to such a degree did remorse, and pity, and fright, and horror now wring her bleeding heart.
Once only he gave Norine a sorrowful, heartrending look; then, from lips already cold, breathed that one word, 'Theodore! Marcus Aurelius used to say: 'A man should leave the world as a ripe olive falls from the tree that bore it, and with a kiss for the earth that nourished it. Well! the peasant of Rocaillet had the beautiful, noble, simple death of the fruit of the earth, going to the common receptacle of all mortal beings, with no sense that he was torn away.
Towards four o'clock Madame Bayard had the two children, whom the nurse had brought back to the store, placed near her in the glass office; and Norine, opening a copy-book or a book, explained to Leon the uncomprehended task or made him repeat the lesson that he had not understood. "The good God has rewarded us," Madame Bayard sometimes whispered to her husband in the evening.
I feel a strong impulse to try him with that unique patois word, which, whistled after a peculiar manner, when I was a boy never failed to succeed in the mountains of Orb Béni! Béni! Viens! Viens! I dare not! He might take fright and fly away altogether." In effect, the Cevenol bird, true to call, introduces Norine, his rightful owner, whose husband Justin is slowly dying.
O'Reilly was up at daylight to offer his services in caring for Esteban Varona, but Norine declined them. "His fever is down a little and he has taken some nourishment," she reported. "That food you boys risked your silly lives for may come in handy, after all." "I dare say he won't be able to talk to me to-day?" O'Reilly ventured. "Not to-day, nor for many days, I'm afraid."
Well, if you don't want her, I want her. I'll eat her medicine. I'll even marry the poor old soul, if she's rich." O'Reilly arose early the next morning and hurried down to the office of the Junta, hoping that he could convince Mr. Enriquez of the folly of allowing Norine Evans to have her way.
Young Esteban told the tale well. His own faith in it lent a certain convincingness to his words and Norine Evans hung upon them entranced. She was horrified at the account of Don Esteban's death; her eyes grew dark as Esteban told of his and Rosa's childhood with their avaricious stepmother.
Anyhow, you mustn't think of returning to Matanzas," Norine faltered; her voice caught unexpectedly and she turned her face away. O'Reilly nodded shortly. "You're a sick man," he agreed. "There's no need for both of us to go." Esteban looked up. "Then you " "I leave at once. The Old Man has given me a commission to General Betancourt, and I'll be on my way in an hour.
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