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Agnella thought no more of Violette's frightful dream; her vigilance had greatly relaxed and she often allowed her to walk alone or under the care of Ourson. Ourson was now fifteen years of age and he was tall and strong. No one could say whether he was handsome or homely for his long black hair covered his body and face entirely.
Your mother and Violette have lived upon the air and their tears. Softly! softly! take care not to break the ladder. Madam! madam! here they are: here are Ourson's and Violette's heads Good! Step up! There you are!" Agnella, still pallid and trembling, was immovable as a statue. After having seen Violette in safety, Ourson sprang from the well and threw himself into his mother's arms.
The rehearsal of his piece, which had just begun at the Comedie Francaise, the long sittings at the theatre, and the changes to be made from day to day, were a useful and powerful distraction for Amedee Violette's grief. L'Atelier, when played the first week in April, did not obtain more than a respectful greeting from the public; it was an indifferent success.
To tell the truth, I imagine most of Violette's goods were well "'Smuggled? supplied the customer in an undertone. "The manicurist gave a slight shrug of the shoulders and a bright little yes of a laugh. "That was all. But it was enough. I set a special customs officer to watch Mademoiselle, a clever fellow.
But we're going to take some of the flavour out of it before we finish." He tore open a cable message which a boy had brought in. "Now, take this, for instance," he continued. "You remember the sign across the street from Mademoiselle Violette's, announcing that a Mademoiselle Gabrielle was going to open a salon or whatever they call it?
No matter! they are good friends, and that is enough to help them endure it." Then, shaking hands with Amedee, she climbed lightly up into the carriage. All that day at the office Amedee was uneasy about his father, and about four o'clock, a little before the time for his departure, he went to M. Violette's office.
Was Amedee not dreaming? He, poor Violette's son, the little office clerk his book would be published, and in a month! Readers and unknown friends will be moved by his agitation, will suffer in his suspense; young people will love him and find an echo of their sentiments in his verses; women will dreamily repeat with one finger in his book some favorite verse that touches their hearts!
I am going now to see what the fairy has prepared for Violette's dress to-morrow morning." She ran quickly and opened the wardrobe, and found it filled with clothing, linen and hosiery, all plain but good and comfortable. After having looked at all, counted all and approved all and after having assisted Agnella to undress, Passerose went to bed and was soon sound asleep.
Some come from dealers who are sore about not making sales themselves. So you see there is a good deal at stake in this case and it may be that in following it out we shall kill more than one bird. I wish you'd come along with me up to Mademoiselle Violette's and give me an opinion." Craig had already risen from the bench and we were walking up the Avenue.
Thus the "beards," absorbed by such grave speculations, did not trouble themselves about the vanity called literature, and did not care a pin for Amedee Violette's book. Among the long-haired ones, however, we repeat, the emotion was great. They were furious, they were agitated, and bristled up; the first enthusiasm over Amedee Violette's verses could not be lasting and had been only a mere flash.
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