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And then, you, who talk of illness, if ever you should be laid up, I'll be a real Sister of Charity; only ask the Morels what sort of a nurse I am! So, you see, you are not aware of all your happiness; it is as good as a lucky hit in the lottery to have me for a neighbor." "That is true, I have always been lucky; but, speaking of M. Germain, where is he now?" "In Paris, I believe."
To the mind of Rudolph, for Miss Dimpleton was too little prone to mournful impressions to long reflect on the matter, the troubles of the Morels had ceased; but in the grim reality, a calamity, ten fold severer than their direst poverty, was gathering and forming nearer them, ready to burst upon their heads almost before the gay young couple would return from their stroll.
So saying, light as a bird, she flew down the stairs, followed by Rudolph, who went to his room to brush off the dust he had carried away from Pipelet's loft. We will hereafter disclose to the reader how Rudolph was not yet informed of the abduction of Fleur-de-Marie from Bouqueval farm, and why he had not visited the Morels the day after the conversation with Lady d'Harville.
"Take my arm, and let us go to the Temple and buy wherewith to clothe the Morels; will that suit you?" "Oh, what happiness! Poor creatures! but where's the money?" "I have sufficient." "Five hundred francs?" "The benefactress of the Morels has given me carte blanche; nothing is to be spared that these poor people require. Is there even a place where better things are to be had than at the Temple?"
The Morels lived in a house in an ugly street that ran down a steep hill. The street itself was hideous. The house was rather superior to most. It was old, grimy, with a big bay window, and it was semi-detached; but it looked gloomy. Then Paul opened the door to the garden, and all was different. The sunny afternoon was there, like another land. By the path grew tansy and little trees.
It was under the little gallery, opposite the Morels'. When Paul and his mother came in the chapel the Leivers's pew was always empty. He was anxious for fear she would not come: it was so far, and there were so many rainy Sundays. Then, often very late indeed, she came in, with her long stride, her head bowed, her face hidden under her bat of dark green velvet.
They are proper for a side dish either noon or night. To fricassy ARTICHOKES. Take artichokes, and order them the same way as you did for frying, have ready in a stew-pan a few morels and truffles, stewed in brown gravy, so put in your artichokes, and give them a shake altogether in your stew-pan, and serve them up hot, with sippets round them. To dry ARTICHOKE BOTTOMS.
Very sure, do you see, my child, this gentleman is mistaken. My name is Morel; there are more Morels than me. You are Louise but there are more of the same name. That's it, you see, sir; there is a mistake!" "Unfortunately, there is no mistake! Louise Morel, say farewell to your father."
When, in roving about, I find good people who deserve protection, I inform a benevolent person who has all confidence in me, and they are assisted." "Where do you lodge, now that you have given up your room to the Morels?" "I lodge in furnished lodgings." "Oh, how I detest that. To be where everybody else has been it is as if everybody had been in your own room."
It is necessary to purchase immediately all that is wanted for Morel's family to be properly clothed, bedded, and settled in my room, for there is only sufficient for myself as a bachelor, that was brought yesterday. How can we manage to procure instantly all I wish for the Morels?"
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