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After this she turned her son-in-law together with his wife out of her house, and wrote the above-mentioned letter to Chopin. Madame Rubio had also heard of the box on the ear which George Sand gave Clesinger. Gutmann said to me that Chopin was fond of Solange, though not in love with her. But now we have again got into the current of gossip, and the sooner we get out of it the better.
All about that end of the shack, the seated or standing men, mostly of the silent and aloof groups, drifted casually aside, leaving the table free. Solange sat down and Sucatash put out a hand to restrain her. "Mad'mo'selle!" he remonstrated. "This ain't no place fer yuh! Yuh don't want to hang around here with this old natural! He's plum poisonous, I'm tellin' yuh!"
He was thinking of the lights in them when she had turned them on him of late. "They told me something, not very long ago and I'm gamblin' there won't be any divorce, pardner." "There probably won't," De Launay replied, shortly. "It won't be necessary." He got up and went into the other room where Solange reclined on the bunk.
In May, 1847, the tranquility of life at Nohant had been varied by a family event, the marriage of Madame Sand's daughter Solange with the sculptor Clésinger. The remainder of the twelvemonth was spent in the country, apparently with very little anticipation on Madame Sand's part that the breaking of the political storm, that was to draw her into its midst, was so near.
I can't kill him not for that." "Not for that?" she repeated, wonderingly. "Never in the world! I thought he'd insulted you, and if he had I'd a taken a fall out of him if he was twenty Louisianas. But this here notion you got that he beefed your father that's all wrong! You can't go to downin' a man on no such notions as that!" "Why not?" asked Solange, in a stifled voice.
Me and Dave may be young, but we ain't making no mistake about her. She has hired herself a couple of hands, I'm telling you." Solange appeared at this moment, coming in with Mrs. Wallace, who was smiling in an evident agreement with her son. Mr. Wallace, while inclined to reserve judgment, had all the chivalry of his kind and stepped forward to greet her.
My good Maurice is always calm, occupied, and lively. He sustains and consoles me. Solange is in Paris with her husband; they are going to travel. Chopin is in Paris also; his health has not yet permitted him to make the journey; but he is better. The following letter, of an earlier date than those from which my last two excerpts are taken, is more directly concerned with Chopin.
But we shall get you down to the town and there is enough money left to keep you in the hospital until you are well again. And I shall find work until everything is all right again." De Launay stared at her. "Hasn't Sucatash given you that note?" "But what note?" He laughed out loud. "Call him in." When the cow-puncher came in he held the note in his hand and held it out to Solange.
The maire, puzzled at the utterly emotionless quality of this wedding, congratulated them formally, and Solange acknowledged it with stiff thanks and a smile as stiff and mirthless. But it was to De Launay that the official showed the deepest respect, and that angered her again. Her pride was restored somewhat after they had left the mairie and were on their way back to her rooms.
I had reached that stage of boundless terror where the excess of fear turns into the audacity of despair. I seized the head and collapsing in my chair, placed it in front of me. Then I gave vent to a fearful scream. This head, with its lips still warm, with the eyes half closed, was the head of Solange! I thought I should go mad. Three times I called: "Solange! Solange! Solange!"
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