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These friendships were not like those he had formerly made, entirely superficial and external, they were wide and deep, based on similarity of thought, and the indissoluble ties of soul, and these had been roughly broken; within two months of each other Des Hermies and Carhaix died, the former of typhoid fever, the latter of a chill that prostrated him in his tower, after he had rung the evening Angelus.
These people would have it jovial, smart, highly coloured, aiding them, in their base selfishness, to forget the hag-ridden existences of their brothers. "Truly, Carhaix and his wife are peculiar. They bow under the paternal despotism of the priests and there are moments when that same despotism must be no joke and revere them and adore them.
T'ree shillings to free marks beautiful, beautiful! Den here are Bon saints, que vois-je? Surely, surely it is Mademoiselle de Carhaix!" "It is," said Perrote; "and thou art Ivo filz Jehan?" "I am Ivo filz Jehan, dat man calls Ivo le Breton. I go from Cornwall, where dwell my countrymen, right up to de Scottish border.
"Then may God have mercy on him! if He have any mercy for such a heartless wretch as he should so be." "Keep a civil tongue in your head, Perrote de Carhaix," said Sir Godfrey, beginning to ascend the upper stair. "You see, your poor priests are no good. You'd better be quiet." Perrote stood still, candle in hand, till he disappeared.
They certainly cannot compare with the naïf and tender-hearted plebes of the Middle Ages. Tell us, Durtal, how the people acted when Gilles de Rais was conducted to the stake." "Yes, tell us," said Carhaix, his great eyes made watery by the smoke of his pipe. "Well, you know, as a consequence of unheard-of crimes, the Marshal de Rais was condemned to be hanged and burned alive.
Of this man Des Hermies spoke much, and one day he said, "You really ought to know him. He likes the books of yours which I have lent him, and he wants to meet you. You think I am interested only in obscure and twisted natures. Well, you will find Carhaix really unique. He is the one Catholic with intelligence and without sanctimoniousness; the one poor man with envy and hatred for none."
"My, the cold is terrible today," said Durtal, "and I should think it would be no fun up there." "Oh, he isn't grumbling for himself but for his bells. Take off your things." They took off their overcoats and came up close to the stove. "It isn't what you would call hot in here," said Mme. Carhaix, "but to thaw this place you would have to keep a fire going night and day."
"My half-day's work is done, And this is all my part; I give a patient God My patient heart. "And grasp His banner still, Though all its blue be dim: These stripes, no less than stars, Lead after Him." "Fair Lord," said Perrote de Carhaix, in the native tongue of both herself and the Duke, "I am your old nurse, who held you in her arms as a babe, and who taught your infant lips to speak.
This cell was furnished with an iron bed, whose springs shrieked, with two cane chairs, and with a table that had a shabby covering of green baize. On the bare wall was a crucifix of no value, with a dry palm over it. That was all. Carhaix was sitting up in bed reading, with books and papers piled all around him. His eyes were more watery and his face paler than usual.
Des Hermies bowed under a storm of compliments. Carhaix filled the glasses, and, somewhat confused in the presence of Gévingey, paid the astrologer effusive attention to make him forget their former ill-feeling. Des Hermies assisted in this good work, and wishing also to be useful to Durtal, brought the conversation around to the subject of horoscopes. Then Gévingey mounted the rostrum.
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