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Updated: May 13, 2025
Underhand plotting was the order of the day; there was a language of the eye rather than of the tongue, since no one was sure that in his own family there might not be eavesdroppers listening to betray him. Ursule Mirouet is a very different kind of story.
Since we have pronounced the word modesty, and since we conceal nothing, we ought to say that once, nevertheless, in spite of his ecstasies, "his Ursule" caused him very serious grief. It was on one of the days when she persuaded M. Leblanc to leave the bench and stroll along the walk. A brisk May breeze was blowing, which swayed the crests of the plaintain-trees.
Let me smoothe your pillow." "No," said Madelon, escaping from her hands with an impatient toss. "Ah, don't go away yet," she added piteously. "Was it true what Soeur Ursule said about me?" "About you, mon enfant?" "Yes, about me that I was to become a nun." "Ah!" said Soeur Lucie, with the air of being suddenly enlightened, "yes yes, I suppose so, since she said it.
We will, if you please, cease to discuss him, Lady Caroline." "La belle sauvage!" laughed the lady; and, in the dusk, I fancied I saw her reach over to pat Ursula's hand in her careless, pretty way. "Nay, I meant no harm." "I am sure you did not; but we will change the subject." "Not at all. I came to talk about it. I couldn't sleep till I had. Je t'aime bien, tu le sais, ma petite Ursule."
She trod the snow, or muffled in robes, with Madame Ursule and the girls, flew over it in a French train; a sliding box with two or three horses hitched tandem. Every evening I sat by her side at the fire, while she made little coats and trousers for me. But remembrance never came into her eyes. The cloud stood round about her as it did when I first tried to penetrate it.
I shall come back to you, may I?" And she was gone. Mr. Raleigh still sat in the position in which she had left him, when, a half-hour afterward, she returned. "Where is your cloak?" he asked, rising to receive her. "I spread it over Ursule, she was so chilly." "You will not take cold?" "I? I am on fire myself." "Ah, I see; you have the Saturnalian spirit in you."
She lingered a moment ere taking it, not to say adieu, nor to offer him cheek or lip again. "Que je te remercie!" she murmured, lifting her eyes to his. "Que je te trouve bon!" and sprang before him up the steps. He heard her father meet her in the hall; Ursule had already joined them; he reëntered the coach and rolled rapidly beyond recall. The burning of the Osprey did not concern Mr.
"Monseigneur told me to test your patience and your modesty, but I can't go any further; I see already how much injustice the praises of the liberals have done you." Breakfast was ready; fresh eggs, butter, honey, fruits, cream, and coffee were served by Ursule in the midst of flowers, on a white cloth laid upon the antique table in that old dining-room.
It was dreadful to hear her above the cries of the children. The Indian went away like a scared hound. And none of the others would touch her." After I heard this story I was thankful every day that Eagle could not remember; that natural happiness had its way with her elastic body. Madame Ursule told me the family learned to give her liberty.
In short I do not know what presentiment made him see in Ursule the woman whom the doctor had depicted, framed in gold, with these magic words: 'Seven to eight hundred thousand francs!" Holiday tourists in these parts cannot do better than put this love-story in their pockets.
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