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"Forgive me you did not expect to see me you seem quite startled," said the young man, drawing near her. With an effort she commanded herself and looked full in his face. Her anger rose. She had seen the same look in the ugly, brutal face of Oscar de Talbrun.
When she attempted to allude to the subject on which Jacqueline had spoken to her at the convent, and to ask her what it was that had then made her so unhappy, Jacqueline cried: "Oh! my dear, I have forgotten all about it!" But there was exaggeration in this profession of forgetfulness, and she hurriedly drew Giselle back to the game of croquet, where they were joined by M. de Talbrun.
Oscar de Talbrun, as he made this remark, never thought of wondering why she was more beautiful. He was ready to take offense and was jealous by nature, but he was perfectly sure of his wife, as he had often said. As to Fred, the idea of being jealous of him would never have entered his mind.
"Forgive me you did not expect to see me you seem quite startled," said the young man, drawing near her. With an effort she commanded herself and looked full in his face. Her anger rose. She had seen the same look in the ugly, brutal face of Oscar de Talbrun.
Those other players were queer little things; the three sisters Wermant were not wanting in chic, but, hang it! the sweetest flower of them all, to his mind, was the tall one, the dark one unripe fruit in perfection! "And a year or two hence," added M. de Talbrun, with all the self-confidence of an expert, "every one will be talking about her in the world of society."
"Just see in what a state you have brought home your poor horses." Jacqueline, pale and trembling, made no answer. M. de Talbrun, as he helped her to dismount, whispered, savagely: "Not a word of this!" At dinner, his wife remarked that some branch must have struck him on the cheek, there was a red mark right across his face like a blow. "We were riding through the woods," he answered, shortly.
He was passionately fond of Fred, climbing on his lap as soon as the latter arrived and always maintaining that he, too, wanted a pretty red ribbon to wear in his buttonhole, a ribbon only to be got by sailing far away over the seas, like sailors. "A sailor! Heaven forbid!" cried Madame de Talbrun. "Oh! sailors come back again. He has come back. Couldn't he take me away with him soon?
She certainly looked like an old vulture, in a pelisse of gray velvet, with a chinchilla boa round her long, bare neck, and her big beak, with marabouts overshadowing it, of the same color. Monsieur de Talbrun well! Monsieur de Talbrun was very bald, as bald as he could be. To make up for the want of hair on his head, he has plenty of it on his hands.
He was passionately fond of Fred, climbing on his lap as soon as the latter arrived and always maintaining that he, too, wanted a pretty red ribbon to wear in his buttonhole, a ribbon only to be got by sailing far away over the seas, like sailors. "A sailor! Heaven forbid!" cried Madame de Talbrun. "Oh! sailors come back again. He has come back. Couldn't he take me away with him soon?
Why wouldn't they permit her to nurse her baby? M. de Talbrun said in answer to this question: "It is never done among people in our position. You have no idea, of all it would entail on you what slavery, what fatigue! And most probably you would not have had milk enough." "Oh! who can tell? I am his mother!
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