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Updated: June 10, 2025
And Ramuntcho, standing, not daring to touch her, wept heavy tears, without noise, turning his head, while, in the distance, the parish bell began to ring the curfew, sang the tranquil peace of the village, filled the air with vibrations soft, protective, advising sound sleep to those who have morrows
The game becomes gradually warmer as arms and legs are limbered, in an intoxication of movement and swiftness. Already Ramuntcho is acclaimed. And the vicar also shall be one of the fine players of the day, strange to look upon with his leaps similar to those of a cat, and his athletic gestures, imprisoned in his priest's gown.
And Ramuntcho takes his oarsman's seat with temples heated by anger, with trembling hands no he is Gracieuse's brother; all would be lost if Ramuntcho fought with him; because of her he will bend the head and say nothing. Now their bark runs away by force of oars, carrying them all; the trick has been played.
"Well, my children, talk of the things of Etchezar," says the Mother Superior to Gracieuse and to her brother. "We shall leave you alone, if you wish," she adds with a sign to Ramuntcho to follow her. "Oh, no," protests Arrochkoa, "Let him stay. No, he is not the one who prevents us "
And Ramuntcho, in his slow promenade, felt more and more what intimate ties, singularly persistent, would attach him always to this region of the earth, harsh and enclosed, even if he were there alone, abandoned, without friends, without a wife and without a mother Now, the high mass rings! And the vibrations of that bell impress him with a strange emotion that he did not expect.
Outside, were sounds of bells of cattle starting for the pastures, of cows lowing to the rising sun, of church bells, and already, against the wall of the large square, the sharp snap of the Basque pelota: all the noises of a Pyrenean village beginning again its customary life for another day. And all this seemed to Ramuntcho the early music of a day's festival.
Ramuntcho lifts toward him a long look of anxious and grave interrogation, which is in contrast with the beginning of their conversation: "And what do you think," he asks, "of what we have said?"
And Ramuntcho unfastens the thongs of his glove in the middle of a crowd of expansive admirers; from all sides, brave and rude hands are stretched to grasp his or to strike his shoulder amicably. "Have you asked Gracieuse to dance with you this evening?" asks Arrochkoa, who in this instant would do anything for him. "Yes, when she came out of the high mass I spoke to her She has promised." "Good!
And, among these nuns, wrapped in black, Ramuntcho recognized Gracieuse. She, too, had her head enveloped with black; her blonde hair, which to-night would be flurried in the breeze of the fandango, was hidden for the moment under the austere mantilla of the ceremony.
And at moments, at every fifth or sixth measure, at the same time as her light and strong partner, she turned round completely, the bust bent with Spanish grace, the head thrown backward, the lips half open on the whiteness of the teeth, a distinguished and proud grace disengaging itself from her little personality, still so mysterious, which to Ramuntcho only revealed itself a little.
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