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Updated: June 21, 2025
They would not have anything to do with him, which offended him very much; they received his greeting coldly and turned away; they said within themselves that he was an intolerably vulgar little person. But all her life Zilda Chaplot lived a better and happier woman because she had known him. Some miles above the city of La Motte, the blue Merrian river widens into the Lake of St. Jean.
She wore a little red tartan shawl upon her shoulders, and she dipped this also in the river, binding it round and round the ankle, and tying it tight with her own boot-lace. 'Thank you, said he; 'you are really very good, Mam'selle Zilda. She stood beside him; she was radiantly happy, but she did not show it much.
The good in him awakened in her a higher virtue than she would otherwise have known; she was unconscious of the rest, just as eyes which can see form and not colour are unconscious of the bad blending of artificial hues. Presently Zilda rose up. 'I will make monsieur more comfortable, she said, and she lifted him to a drier place upon the bank.
'Hi! hi! called the voice again. 'Is any one there? Zilda went down the bank halfway among the bushes and looked over. She saw Gilby sitting at the edge of the meadow almost in the river water. She saw at once that something was wrong.
In the course of the next month she learned the meaning of a few more; she never made further progress, but what she learned she learned. The river which, farther on, had done damage to the line, here ran close to it for some distance, consequently Zilda came to the river before she reached the scene of the disaster.
Zilda always looked for the sunsets now, for she had been taught that they were beautiful. She cultivated geraniums and petunias in pots at her windows, just as she had done for many winters, but she would stop oftener to admire the flowers now. The men had taken again to congregating in the hot close bar-room, or huddling together in their buffalo coats, smoking in the outer air.
Gilby, unconscious that a special breakfast was preparing for him, had hastily swallowed coffee and walked on to the site of the breakdown to see for himself how long the mending would take. It was as if one, looking through long hours for the ending of night, had seen the sunrise, only to see the light go out suddenly again in darkness. Zilda felt that her heart was broken.
The ex-priest followed her, bearing the unconscious woman in his muscular arms, and only gradually did he perceive that his companion was leading him into one of the most disreputable streets in the city. The young girl stopped in front of a small house. A robust woman stood in the doorway, and when she saw the young girl she venomously said: "Zilda has taken time.
When it was poor she cried, 'Non, ce n'est pas comme ça, and she came out from the doorway and showed them how to do it. Her imitation was very good indeed, and excited much laughter. This showed that Zilda had been waked into greater vivacity. Six months before she could not have done so good a piece of acting. Zilda's exhibition would go further than this.
Zilda thought that little Gilby looked very fascinating therein, although she remarked to her father that one could only know he was there because the cape strutted. Then summer came and Gilby wore light tweed clothes. The Frenchmen always wore their best black suits when they travelled. Zilda liked the light clothes best. Then there came a time when Gilby did not come.
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