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"I must tell you," she was saying. "Don't look at it, I entreat," she cried. For whom had its sharp point been intended?
Valade? Or perhaps his wife now that the girl had word of their marriage. I have worn it for weeks and weeks. ”
She became aware of her aunt, through the panes of the greenhouse,
advancing with an air of serene unconsciousness from among the raspberry
canes. "
"Impossible!" rejoined his mother. "We won't have any trouble understanding each
other; same language. She
was radiant. She
didn’t trust Gianfrancesco, you know, she called him a
‘bad husband’. He blurted, “I was just
telling Lucy that I have finished an important work. We do not remember to have met with a single individual, reported
to be under petticoat government, who was not content with his lot,—nay, who
so far from repining, did not exult in his servitude; and we see no way of
accounting for this apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other
phenomena of married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none
entirely satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering
dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating effect
of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the world at large is
in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be supposed to be
acquainted. And then scratched it out and wrote instead,
“Gérard”. ‘It looked to me as if he was playing games with Madame Valade,’ Lucilla
said frankly. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a
single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured
elsewhere.
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