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Stephane, Stephane, all my efforts then will have but resulted in heaping upon your head new misfortunes!" He was calmed a little, however, by the reflection that she had authorized him of her own accord to remain away from her for at least two weeks. "Before that time expires," thought he, "I shall have devised some expedient.
At these words Stephane's lips contracted slightly, as if about to smile; but the smile was arrested on its way. "My little story amuses you, apparently," pursued the Count, raising his head. "It is the incredible folly of Fritz which diverts me," answered Stephane.
You are a man of heart, but sometimes I should say that YOU HAD BEEN EATING BELLADONNA." Stephane had left the circular bank where he had been sitting, and stood, with his back against the parapet of the terrace, his arms hanging dejectedly, and his head sunk upon his breast.
The landlord, recalled to prudence by the warning of his wife, answered dryly: "Stephane is Stephane, pryers are pryers, and sheep are put into the world to be sheared." Thus repulsed, poor Gilbert paid five or six times its value for his frugal repast, muttering as he departed: "I don't like this Stephane; is it on his account that I've just been imposed upon?
Know then, my child, that to-day, Saturday, I went according to my custom to Stephane to catechize him, and for reasons which you know, I redoubled my efforts to impress his unruly head with the holy truths of our faith.
And rising at these words, he almost gasped: "Have I said enough? Do you understand me at last?" "No!" answered Gilbert resolutely, "I do not understand this celestial spirit at all." Stephane writhed his arms. "Cruel! you do not wish then to divine anything!" murmured he distractedly. And going to the window, he stood some moments leaning against it.
The Count seated himself and motioned Gilbert to place himself at his right; then unfolding his napkin, he said harshly to the great German valet de chambre: "Why are not my son and Father Alexis here yet? Go and find them." Some moments after, the door opened, and Stephane appeared.
Hesitating between fear and covetousness, they stood still like the ass in the fable between his two bundles of hay; but Stephane at that moment was seized with a happy inspiration and threw his switch to the top of a neighboring tree, where it rested. This produced a magical effect, the children with one accord deciding to approach him, although with slow and hesitating steps.
That face has been constantly before me since last night; it pursues me, possesses me, and even at this moment its image is stamped in the paper I am writing on. This black velvet tunic, then, may be a forced disguise? Yes, the character of Stephane, his mind, his singularity of conduct, all these things which astonished and frightened me are now explained.
"You are spiteful, Mr. Secretary," retorted Stephane. "What, have you not forgotten that little affair at the spring?" "You have taken no trouble, it seems, to make me forget it."
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