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What was the use of remaining at Sainte-Adresse, when the memories he sought to flee came to find him there, and since Marsa's presence haunted it as if she had lived there by his side?
One evening he announced to Varhely that he was going to the lonely villa of Sainte-Adresse, where they had so many times together watched the sea and talked of their country. "I am going there to be alone, my dear Yanski," he said, "but to be with you is to be with myself. I hope that you will accompany me." "Most certainly," replied Varhely.
"How am I to be certain that you will obey me?" "My master is obliged to go to Sainte-Adresse. He does not like it, but he is so truly good he won't deprive me of my Sunday; I will offer to go for him." "Go, and I will trust you." "You are sure I can do nothing for you in Havre?" "Nothing.
"It was Grindot, the famous architect, with whom the town is in treaty for the restoration of the church. He has just come from Paris, and I met him this morning examining the exterior as I was on my way to Sainte-Adresse." "Oh, an architect, was he? he puzzled me," said Modeste, for whom Butscha had thus gained time to recover herself. Dumay looked askance at Butscha.
She did not wish Rose's wedding to take place at Sainte-Adresse certainly not. It should take place at her house and would cost her father nothing. She had settled everything and arranged everything, so it was "no good to say any more about it there!" "Very well, my dear! very well!" the old man said; "we will leave it so." But then he felt some doubt. Would the Touchards consent?
A few steps further on he stopped again, looking out at the roads. On the right, above Sainte-Adresse, the two electric lights of Cape la Heve, like monstrous twin Cyclops, shot their long and powerful beams across the sea.
They had now reached the dwelling of Mme. Rosemilly. She lived on the road to Sainte-Adresse, on the second floor of a large tenement which she owned. The windows commanded a view of the whole roadstead. On seeing Mme. Roland, who entered first, instead of merely holding out her hands as usual, she put her arms round her and kissed her, for she divined the purpose of her visit.
The marriage was agreed upon, and it was settled that it should be a grand affair, and the wedding dinner was to be held at Sainte-Adresse, at Mother Jusa's restaurant. It would cost a lot certainly, but never mind, it did not matter just for once in a way. But one morning, just as the old man was going home to luncheon with his two daughters, the door opened suddenly, and Anna appeared.
They were to go first to his hotel in Paris; and then to some obscure corner, probably to the villa of Sainte-Adresse, until September, when they were going to Venice, and from there to Rome for the winter. It seemed to the Prince that all these people were taking away from him a part of his life.
They were to go first to his hotel in Paris; and then to some obscure corner, probably to the villa of Sainte-Adresse, until September, when they were going to Venice, and from there to Rome for the winter. It seemed to the Prince that all these people were taking away from him a part of his life.
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