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'Father, said the good wife, 'we had better take la pauvrette to her rest at once. 'Ah! must I go any farther? sighed Eustacie. 'It is but a few fields beyond the yard, ma petite, said the good woman consolingly; 'and it will be safer to take you there ere we need a light.
In all their faces is an uniformity of divine splendour. Can it be that Venus, impatient of mere sequences of lovers, has obtained leave of Jove to multiply herself, and that to-day by a wild coincidence her every incarnation has trysted an adorer to this same garden? Look closely! It must be so... Hush! Let us keep her secret. PAUVRETTE! no wonder she is startled. All came on her so suddenly.
"Go down to the dear priest, and tell him the whole truth. My dear child, do you think, if he should ever find it out after your marriage, he would think you used him right?" "And yet mother does not think so; mother does not wish me to tell him." "Pauvrette, toujours les meres! Yes, it is always the mothers that stand in the way of the lovers.
'AH! la pauvre, cried the good woman, pressing forward as she saw how faint, heated, and exhausted was the wanderer. 'Come in, ma pauvrette. Only a bride at the Bartholomew! Alas! There, lean on me, my dear.
This done, and Jean having been arranged as comfortably as might be, Barbe obeyed some peremptory summonses from without, and presently came back. 'The seigneur desires to speak with the ladies, she said; 'but I have told him that they cannot leave la pauvrette, and are too much spent to speak with him to-night. I will bring them supper and they shall rest. 'We thank you, said Madame de Ste.
We will be friends: do you agree?" "Out of my heart, Monsieur. I am glad of a friend. I like that better than a triumph." "Pauvrette?" said he, and turned away and left the alley. The examination passed over well; M. Paul was as good as his word, and did his best to make my part easy.
Madame de Frontignac looked down, and saw among the sea-treasures a necklace of Venetian shells, that she knew never grew on the shores of Newport. She held it up. "Ah, I see," she said. "He gave you this. Ah, ma pauvrette" she said, clasping Mary in her arms, "thy sorrow meets thee everywhere! May I be a comfort to thee! just a little one!" "Dear, dear friend!" said Mary, weeping.
"It is very cold outside," he said. "There is a big oak tree on the edge of the fields that had split in the frost and frightened all the little squirrels asleep there. Next year it will make an even better home for them. And see what I found close by!" He opened his fingers and showed Hyacinthe a little sparrow lying unruffled in the palm. "Pauvrette!" said the dull Hyacinthe. "Pauvrette!
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