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Updated: October 29, 2025
Rolla looked at the street-singer with a foolish laugh, and, shaking her thick head, she laconically said: "Stay here." "But I will not stay here," declared Louison firmly. "I will go away! Either you let me go or I shall cry for help. I am a respectable girl, and you ought to be ashamed to treat me in this way." "So you are a respectable girl," said the woman, in a maudlin voice.
I was absent once I returned and found her sleeping tranquilly yes! on the breast of a black-browed street-singer from Venice a handsome lad enough and brave as a young lion. He saw me and sprung at my throat I held him down and knelt upon his chest she woke and gazed upon us, too terrified to speak or scream she only shivered and made a little moaning sound like that of a spoiled baby.
André, sitting beside his mother, thrilled with an unfamiliar pleasure, with that proud delight which one feels in stirring the emotions of a crowd, even though it be as a street-singer in the faubourgs, with a patriotic refrain and two tremulous notes in one's voice. Suddenly the whispering redoubled, changed into a tumult. People began to move about and laugh sneeringly. What was happening?
"Why should not that be possible?" cried the vicomte, springing up as if electrified. Fernando grew frightened. This idea might disturb his plan. "What is there in a street-singer?" he contemptuously asked.
Below, in the town, a street-singer had established herself in a little thoroughfare; people had gathered around her to listen to her singing, and we three that is, Yves, Chrysantheme, and I who happened to be passing, stopped also. She was quite young, rather fat, and fairly pretty, and she strummed her guitar and sang, rolling her eyes fiercely, like a virtuoso executing feats of difficulty.
"I am speaking the truth," declared the old gentleman, calmly. "What was the nature of this dastardly act?" "The vicomte was drunk and employed people to abduct a respectable young girl, a street-singer. My son was in the society of yours, in a restaurant of a low order.
A female street-singer, with a trail of infants of dubious maternity, troubled the air with a piercing melody; a pair of slatterns with arms a-kimbo reviled each other's relatives; a drunkard lurched along, babbling amiably; an organ-grinder, blue-nosed as his monkey, set some ragged children jigging under the watery rays of a street-lamp.
He would not have gone so far if he had been sober. As to the affair with the street-singer, it is not so serious as you imagine. My son regrets very much that such a trivial affair has been the means of causing a rupture between him and your son.
When, for instance, an old singing man sings a modern popular song, he will sing it in quite another way. The tone of his voice will change and he will slur his intervals, after the approved manner of the street-singer. It is a question, however, if Ratan Devi would be so much admired if her songs or their traditional manner of performance were more familiar to us.
She remembered some of her mother's French songs, and seeing a street-singer one day, she established herself in the market-place in that character, with grown people on their knees around her, ready to fall on her and kiss her and call her Phonodoree, the fairy. But she did not forget to go round for the ha'pennies either.
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