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Oh! you know very well; you were on your knees, and asked me what I should say if you were to stay with us!" The smile vanished from the doctor's face; his lips became ashy pale, and quivered. A flush, on the other hand, mounted to Monsieur Rambaud's cheek, and he whispered to Jeanne: "But you said yourself that we should always play together?"
Seeing that the man's leaning toward him was strong, in reality a fascination, he made an early morning call a day or two after he had returned from Fargo, whither he had gone at Mr. Rambaud's suggestion, on his way back to Philadelphia, determined to volunteer a smooth presentation of his earlier misfortunes, and trust to Addison's interest to make him view the matter in a kindly light.
Oh! she would not go, she would fall ill, she knew it well. She would go nowhere nowhere. They could give her little shoes to the poor. Then amidst tears she whispered to him: "Do you remember what you asked me one night?" "What was it, my pet?" "To stay with mamma always always always! Well, if you wish so still, I wish so too!" The tears welled into Monsieur Rambaud's eyes.
It was a great pleasure to her to look at her mother, but she stubbornly declared she would not go near that house; and to all Monsieur Rambaud's questions and entreaties she would only return a stern "Because!" which was meant to explain everything. "It is not you who ought to force me," she said at last, with a gloomy look.
Rambaud's simple gray silk, the collar of which came almost to her ears, was disturbing almost reproving but Mrs. Rambaud's ladylike courtesy and generosity made everything all right. She came out of intellectual New England the Emerson-Thoreau-Channing Phillips school of philosophy and was broadly tolerant. As a matter of fact, she liked Aileen and all the Orient richness she represented.
I will!" in a voice that grew more and more hoarse and broken; and her hands convulsively gripped hold of Monsieur Rambaud's arm, which she twisted with extraordinary strength. In vain did Helene threaten her.
She knew the room; she could see the scene in its minutest details with terrible vividness. And still affected by Monsieur Rambaud's awful story she felt a mighty shudder rise from her limbs to her face. A voice cried out within her that what she had done the writing of that letter, that cowardly denunciation was a crime. The truth came to her with dazzling clearness.
They were a continuation of the barbarian village community, influenced to a certain extent by the traditions of the Roman towns. The English reader may find some information about this period in the just-named work of M. Kovalevsky, in Rambaud's History of Russia, and, in a short summary, in the article "Russia" of the last edition of Chambers's Encyclopaedia.
It came from the doll which, in Monsieur Rambaud's hands, was by degrees renewing its mechanical life, and had just taken three steps on the table, with a creaking of wheels and springs which showed that there was still something faulty in its works. Then it had fallen on its back, and but for the worthy man would have rebounded onto the ground.
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