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Updated: June 23, 2025
I had no time to give way to conjectures for in a second's time Aurore had glided across the floor, and was standing in the window. As she raised the curtain, the light streamed full on the faces of myself and my companion, and at the first glance she saw us. A slight exclamation escaped her, but it was of joy, not surprise; and she suddenly checked herself.
She was like no woman he had ever seen, radiating a personality individual and strange. "Aurore," he repeated. "You're not the dawn, you know; not a bit like it." He did not expect her to own to any knowledge of the legend of her name, but she nodded her head understandingly. "It was the Curé name' me so," she explained.
"Yez!" continued Aurore, keeping up the demonstration, "you wand 'im to 'ave 'is rend so bad! An' I godd honely my cloze; so you juz tague diz to you' fine gen'lemen, 'Sieur Honoré Grandissime." "Ah-h-h-h!" cried the martyr.
The Marshal's daughter Aurore, though like her father of illegitimate birth her mother, who was connected with the stage, passed by her professional name of Mlle.
Gabrielle is a big lamb, sleeping and laughing all day; Aurore, more spiritual, with eyes of velvet and fire, talking at thirty months as others do at five years, and adorable in everything. They are keeping her back so that she shall not get ahead too fast. You worry me when you tell me that your book will blame the patriots for everything that goes wrong.
Would the former see me after what she had written? In her note she had said "farewell," but it was not a time to stand upon punctilious ceremony. And if not, should I find an opportunity to speak with Aurore? I must see her. Who should prevent me? I had much to say to her; my heart was full. Nothing but an interview with my betrothed could relieve it.
They obeyed his rude signal, and, passing in, followed him across the hall towards the rostrum. I stood with slouched hat and averted face. Aurore saw me not. As soon as they were fairly past, and their backs towards me, my eyes followed them. Oh, beautiful Aurore! beautiful as ever! I was not single in my admiration. The appearance of the Quadroon created a sensation.
In short a personality and a type: she sings ravishingly, she gets angry, she gets tender, she makes succulent dainties TO SURPRISE US WITH, and every day of our vacation there is a little fete which she organizes. Little Aurore promises to be very sweet and calm, understanding in a marvelous manner what is said to her and YIELDING TO REASON at two years of age.
After much time wasted in these pursuits, attended by a mediocre progress in the ordinary course of study and what the French call leçons d'agrément, and we accomplishments, a critical moment came for Aurore. She was weary of frolic and mischief, she had tormented the nuns to her heart's content. She knew not what new comedy to invent.
Aurore Dudevant really believed that she was swayed by a pure and mystic passion. De Seze, on the other hand, believed this mystic passion to be genuine love. Coming to visit her at Nohant, he was revolted by the clownish husband with whom she lived. It gave him an esthetic shock to see that she had borne children to this boor.
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