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Rougeant quickly withdrew his hand, he contracted his brow, his lips slightly curved, he looked on her with contempt. "What do you want?" he said roughly. "You come to beg, you pauper, your angry creditors are clamouring for their money, you are on the verge of bankruptcy. I knew it;" he added triumphantly. "Father, it is true, I come to beg, but not for money. I am not poor."
Rougeant a bottle of medicine for which the latter grudgingly paid three francs, and told the farmer to come and see him again in a few days. As Mr. Rougeant was descending the Rohais, his old horse trotting slowly and joggedly, an unwelcome thought flashed across his mind. "I must be in the vicinity of their house," he said to himself, then he made a gesture with his right hand.
Rougeant did not care to go to the expense of buying a tap. In its stead he had a number of small holes bored in one end of the cask. In these holes, which were placed vertically, one above the other, tight fitting wooden pegs had been driven. One of these pegs he drew out when he required some cider. When Adèle entered the cellar, mug in hand, she examined the cask.
In front of the house was a parterre, most tastefully arranged with flowers which surrounded an immense fuschia, five feet in height and covering an area of about fifty square feet. The two men entered by the front door. Mr. Rougeant led his rescuer into the kitchen. Here was Jeanne, a French servant, occupied in poking the fire.
"And mine is Adèle Rougeant," said she. "Fancy, putting you in such a kitchen. We must go into the parlour directly." "This is indeed very quaint and certainly primitive furniture. I must explain the use of , that is if ." "I should be greatly obliged," said Frank, "but it really is giving yourself too much trouble." "On the contrary, it gives me pleasure.
"Yes, I shall always remember it." "I am happy to see that you don't forget, you are the only sensible man in this parish." "That's praising me rather too much, I'm sure I don't deserve it, but what I think I deserve less is the nasty fix in which I now am." "You are in a fix?" "You know my cousin, Adèle Rougeant?"
"Has Mr. Rougeant always been the sort of man that he is now?" inquired Frank. "No, not when the lady was alive; I s'pose it was her as made him spend some money on improvements.
Rougeant saw you oh ;" here she threw up both her hands and opened her mouth and eyes wide "oh " she continued, "master would swallow you." "Do you think so; but I mean to go upstairs and to talk to him." "Oh, don't go," she entreated, fixing her supplicating eyes upon Adèle, "he might kill you." Mrs. Mathers laughed. "No," she said, "he is my father; he is ill and needs me.
She kept a school for young country ladies at a place called "Fardot," in one of the parishes adjoining the Forest. Among the pupils who were unfortunate enough to fall under her harsh rule was a certain little girl whose name was Adèle Rougeant. She was the daughter of an avaricious farmer who lived at "Les Marches," in the parish of the Forest.
Built with my savin's when I married, it was " "Mrs. Rougeant is dead, is she not?" questioned Frank, anxious to learn more about the family. "Dead! o' course she's dead," said Jacques, "she's been dead now for let me see twelve thirteen fourteen years! her daughter was about four years old then." "So Miss Rougeant is now eighteen."
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