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"I'm afraid" O'Reilly hesitated, then voiced a fear which had troubled him more than he cared to acknowledge "I'm afraid of some silly entanglement, some love affair " Norine's laughter rang out, spontaneous, unaffected. It served to relieve the momentary tension which had sprung up between them. "All these men are attracted to you, as it is quite natural they should be," O'Reilly hurried on.
During the eight years that the sisters had been living together in the Rue de la Federation near the Champ de Mars, occupying the same big room with cheerful windows, a room whose coquettish cleanliness made them feel quite proud, Norine's child had grown up steadily between his two affectionate mothers.
On this occasion she was in a greater hurry, as Madame Bourdieu, who employed her in a variety of ways, had asked her to take Norine's child to the Foundling Hospital if she did not take it to Rougemont. "And so," said La Couteau, turning to Madame Bourdieu, "I shall have only the other lady's child to take back with me. Well, I had better see her at once to make final arrangements.
You're not a Cuban and our cause isn't yours. Expeditions come from the United States every now and then and the Government will see that you are put safely aboard the first ship that returns. I'll manage to get well somehow." Norine's color had returned. She stood over the hammock, looking down mistily. "Don't you need me, want me any more?" she inquired.
"Is he sick or wounded?" Esteban inquired. "Shot, by a Spanish bullet. He asked at once for our senorita." "Of course. I'll come in an instant." When the messenger had gone Norine bent and pressed her lips to Esteban's. "Remember, you're mine to do with as I please," she said; then she fled down the grassy street. Branch was waiting at Norine's quarters, a soiled figure of dejection.
Come, doesn't that suit you doesn't that tempt you?" When, however, she saw that tears were Norine's only answer, she made an impatient gesture like an active woman who cannot afford to lose her time.
We have an exceptional selection of cold dishes to-day, sir. Perhaps you would like a nice halibut salad " "No halibut salad," Branch answered, striving valiantly to enter into the spirit of Norine's pretending. "I had it for breakfast. And say, turn off that fan; I'm just back from Cuba. Now then, you may bring me some oysters "
In spite of eighty years, Norine's grandfather le grand, as they say up there had not lost a hair: beautiful white locks fell over his shoulders crisp, thick, outspread. I thought of those fine wigs of tow or hemp with which the distaff of our Prudence was always entangled.
I insist on it!" What he knew? Why, he knew everything. He spoke slowly and at length, as from the depths of a dream. He had witnessed everything, learnt everything Norine's trouble, the money given by Beauchene to provide for her at Madame Bourdieu's, the child carried to the Foundling Hospital and then put out to nurse at Rougemont, whence he had fled after stealing three hundred francs.
But by a great effort of will she recovered self-possession, the courage to face the life of loneliness that now lay before her. Moreover, another idea vaguely dawned upon her, and the first time she found herself alone with Mathieu she again spoke to him of Norine's boy.
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