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He had always felt a covert hatred for Desiree, whose lusty physical development offended him. When she had left the room, still walking backwards, and never taking her eyes from him, he shrugged his shoulders and muttered between his teeth some coarse abuse which no one heard. 'She had better go to bed, said La Teuse. 'She would only bore us by-and-by in church.
La Teuse, delighted at having been allowed to tell her story, interpreted the priest's silence as an encouragement to continue her gossiping. So she drew a little nearer to him and said: 'He was very friendly with me, was good Monsieur Caffin, and often spoke to me of his sin. It won't keep him out of heaven, I'm sure.
She drove them away; and as she popped her head outside the church, before closing the door, she espied Rosalie throwing her arm over the shoulder of Fortune, who had been waiting for her. The pair of them vanished in the darkness amid a faint sound of kisses. 'To think that such creatures dare to come to our Lady's altar! La Teuse stuttered as she shot the bolts.
It's a shame to allow women to rustle their dresses so near the holy relics. The Abbe made an apologetic gesture. He had only been at Les Artaud a little while, he must follow the customs. 'Whenever you like, Monsieur le Cure, we're ready! now called out La Teuse. But Brother Archangias detained him a minute. 'I am off, he said.
'Ah! you know, resumed Desiree, clapping her hands, 'she must be in calf now. I took her to the bull at Beage, three leagues from here. There are very few bulls hereabouts, you know. La Teuse shrugged her shoulders, and glanced at the priest with an expression of annoyance. 'It would be much better, mademoiselle, said she, 'if you were to go and quiet your fowls.
'What are you up to now? I begin to think you have gone crazy. What it is that amuses you so much I can't conceive. 'What makes me gay is my own affair, he replied, rising to his feet and shaking himself. 'It is not necessary to explain it to you, La Teuse. However, as you want a game of cards, let us have it. Then the game began. It was a terrible struggle.
Whenever she had been to communion, she would hang about the parsonage, well knowing that La Teuse always kept a couple of loaves for her from her last baking. At times she was even able to carry off a rabbit or a fowl given her by Desiree. 'There's no end to the scandals, continued the priest. 'The marriage must take place without delay.
He wrapped himself in the endless silence, which no one knew how to make him break, filling the parsonage with his martyrdom and resignation, and exasperating La Teuse, who, at times, when his back was turned, would shake her fist at heaven. This time he was alone now, and need take no care to hide his torment.
They had endless bouts of 'Beggar-my-neighbour' together, that being the only game which La Teuse had ever been able to learn. Abbe Mouret would smilingly glance at the first few cards flung on the table and would then gradually sink into reverie, remaining for hours forgetful of his self-restraint, oblivious of his surroundings, beneath the suspicious glances of Brother Archangias.
As Abbe Mouret spoke these words, there was a burst of laughter at the other end of the church. The baby had just woke up on the chair where La Teuse had laid it. But it was no longer in a bad temper. Having kicked itself free of its swaddling clothes, it was laughing merrily, and shaking its rosy little feet in the air. It was the sight of these little feet that made it laugh.
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