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Updated: June 19, 2025
Well, Peterr, go on." "I'll tell you about to-day first," he said, and, once launched, did so easily. He told the little story well, and presently forgot the strange surroundings. It was all but a confession, and surely one was never more strangely made. And from the story he spoke of Julie, but concealed her identity, and then he spoke of God. Louise hardly said a word.
And he stopped abruptly, for she did not know his business in life, and he had almost given it away. When he had finished she slipped a hand into his, and said no word. Suddenly she looked up. "Peterr, mon ami," she said, "listen to me. I will tell you the story of Louise, of me. My father, he lived oh, it matters not; but he had some money, he was not poor.
But: "What has it to do with me?" he demanded. She gave a little laugh. "'Ow should I say?" she said. "But you think God not remember you, and, Peterr, He remember all the time." "And Julie?" quizzed Peter after a moment. Louise shrugged her shoulders. "This love," she said, "it is one great thing.
He was walking unsteadily, and she thought at first that he had been drinking. She opened to him with the carelessness her life had taught her, her costume off, and her black hair all about her shoulders. "Go in and wait, Peterr," she said; "I come." She had slipped on a coloured silk wrap, and gone in to the sitting-room to find him pacing up and down. She smiled.
He is dead. Then I curse le bon Dieu. They know me in that place: I can do nothing unless I will go to an 'otel to be for the officers, you understand? I say, Non. I sell my things and I come here. Here I do well you understand? I am careful; I have now my home. But this is what I tell you, Peterr: one does wrong to curse le bon Dieu. He is wise ah, how wise! it is not for me to say.
You do not want to talk of these things. Tell me." Peter looked into the kindly keen eyes. "You are right, Louise," he said. "This is a day of trouble for me." She nodded. "Tell me," she said again. "But first, what is your name, mon ami? It is hard to talk if one does not know even the name." He hardly hesitated. It seemed natural to say it. "Peter," he said. She smiled, rolling the "r." "Peterr.
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