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Zephyrin, meanwhile, raking away, had turned the corner of the path. He was now hidden by a big spindle-tree, and was darting side-glances at Rosalie, luring her on against her will with the strokes of his rake. When she had got near him, he pinched her roughly. "Don't cry out; that's only to show you how I love you!" he said in a husky whisper. "And take that over and above."
They walked slowly, their veils waved, and the wheels rolled on amidst all this muslin, as though borne along on a cloud, from which smiled the tender faces of cherubs. Then behind, following Monsieur Rambaud, who bowed his pale face, came several ladies and little boys, Rosalie, Zephyrin, and the servants of Madame Deberle. To these succeeded five empty mourning carriages.
Zephyrin never uttered a word, but contented himself with winking slily. Then Rosalie gave vent to her emotion in tears; and, to show her delight at seeing him again, could hit on nothing better than to quiz him. "Oh! go away!" she began, marching up to him. "You look neat and pretty I must say in that guise of yours!
"Wait a minute," she said; "if you like leeks " However, as she turned round she suddenly caught sight of her mistress. She raised an exclamation, and then, like Zephyrin, seemed turned to stone. But a moment afterwards she poured forth a torrent of excuses. "It's my share, madame oh, it's my share! I would not have taken any more soup, I swear it!
This was pleasure enough, and by the time Rosalie turned Zephyrin out of doors both of them had enjoyed ample amusement. "Come, you will have to go!
She popped in sometimes quite suddenly to give an order, and there was Zephyrin always in his corner, between the table and the window, close to the stone filter, which forced him to draw in his legs. The moment madame made her appearance he rose and stood upright, as though shouldering arms, and if she spoke to him his reply never went beyond a salute and a respectful grunt.
She was already in the ante-room, and was opening the glass door of the inner passage, when she detected the re-echoing clap of a swinging box on the ears, and the next moment Rosalie could be heard exclaiming: "Ha, ha! you think you'll nip me again, do you? Take your paws off!" "Oh! that's nothing, my charmer!" exclaimed Zephyrin in his husky, guttural voice.
To all seeming they had forgotten that they were not alone. Jeanne's eyes, however, never quitted them. Her lips were livid and trembled with anger; her face was that of a jealous and revengeful woman. The pain she suffered was so great that she was forced to turn away her head, and in doing so she caught sight of Rosalie and Zephyrin at the bottom of the garden, still gathering parsley.
The very odor of health was exhaled from their plump round figures. Had they been alone, Zephyrin without doubt would have caught hold of Rosalie, and would have received for his pains a hearty slap. Their eyes showed it. "Well, my darling, have you nothing to say to them?" Jeanne gazed at them, her breathing growing yet more oppressed. And still she said not a word, but suddenly burst into tears.
Around them the kitchen was not yet tidied was all the litter of the things cleared away from the dining-room; however, the spot seemed a charming one to these hungry sweethearts, and especially to Zephyrin, who here feasted on such things as were never seen within the walls of his barracks. The predominant odor was one of roast meat, seasoned with a dash of vinegar the vinegar of the salad.
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