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It had been a hard struggle, and some had gone down, and some were dead; but some, thank God, were doing well. The old dame wished us good day; but as she turned to go an impulse seized her. She crossed to where Babette, ashamed, yet half defiant, sat a wet, woeful little image on the hearthrug, stooped and lifted the little creature in her thin, worn arms.
"However, the next morning, to the wonder of both mother and son, Mademoiselle Cannes proposed, with much hesitation, to go out and make some little purchase for herself. A month or two ago, this was what Madame Babette had been never weary of urging. But now she was as much surprised as if she had expected Virginie to remain a prisoner in her rooms all the rest of her life.
Having thus given ocular evidence of the truth of what she had asserted, Babette then delivered the message of her mistress; to wit, "that until the dead body of Snarleyyow was laid at the porch where they now stood, he, Mr Vanslyperken, would never gain re-admission."
Eeny was there, standing before the fire, her light shape and delicate face looking fragile in the red fire-light. "Oh, Grace," said she, "I have just sent Babette in search of you. There is a visitor in the parlour for you." "For me?" "Yes, a gentleman; young, and rather handsome. I asked him who I should say wished to see you, and what do you think? he would not tell." "No! What did he say?"
Rudy reached Bex, accomplished his business and looked about him, but he did not see a single miller's boy, not to speak of Babette. It appeared as though they were not to meet. It was evening, the air was heavy with the wild thyme and blooming linden, a glistening veil lay over the forest-clad mountains, there was a stillness over everything, but not the quiet of sleep.
"Never despair," said he. "I shall make a visit to the mill, and say: Good evening miller, good evening Babette! One does not fall when one does not think of it! Babette must see me, if I am to be her husband!" And Rudy laughed, was of good cheer and went to the mill; he knew what he wanted, he wanted Babette.
We come across from Havre together we, the two and we think we will make a fortune, now we have lost our parents, and have no big strong brother. And then it is I that must get sick, and when the fevaer do go after the long weeks, it takes with it all my strength, and so I cannot yet walk." "Poor little woman! But you have such a pretty room how kind your sister must be." "My Babette?
"Do you know the latest news at the mill?" said the parlour-cat, "there has been a silent betrothal in the house! Father does not yet know it, but Rudy and Babette have reached each other their paws under the table, and he trod three times on my fore-paws, but still I did not mew, for that would have awakened attention!" "I should have done it, nevertheless!" said the kitchen-cat.
And up in her room old Margery lay in disturbed sleep, watched over by dozing Babette, and moaning out at restless intervals. "Master Harry! Master Harry! O Miss Kate! it was Master Harry's ghost!" December wore out in wild snow-storms and wintry winds.
As for Babette, she made a rule never to wake at anything but the magical Number 6, sounded, by the church clock, she was awoken by her mistress's voice. "Babette," cried the widow Vandersloosh, "Babette." "Yes, ma'am." "There's a knock at the door, Babette." "Only some drunken sailors, ma'am they go away when they find they cannot get in." Here the peals were redoubled.
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