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THE ENTIRE ORIGINAL MAUPASSANT SHORT STORIES by Guy de Maupassant Translated by ALBERT M. C. McMASTER, B.A. A. E. HENDERSON, B.A. MME. QUESADA and Others ORIGINAL SHORT STORIES, Vol.s 8 through 13. Clochette 8 VOLUME VIII CLO CLOCHETTE CLO CLOCHETTE CHETTE How strange those old recollections are which haunt us, without our being able to get rid of them. This one is so very old that I cannot understand how it has clung so vividly and tenaciously to my memory. Since then I have seen so many sinister things, which were either affecting or terrible, that I am astonished at not being able to pass a single day without the face of Mother Bellflower recurring to my mind’s eye, just as I knew her formerly, now so long ago, when I was ten or twelve years old. She was an old seamstress who came to my parents’ house once a week, every Thursday, to mend the linen. My parents lived in one of those country houses called chateaux, which are merely old houses with gable roofs, to which are attached three or four farms lying around them. The village, a large village, almost a market town, was a few hundred yards away, closely circling the church, a red brick church, black with age.
Well, every Thursday Mother Clochette came between halfpast six and seven in the morning, and went immediately into the linen-room and began to work. She was a tall, thin, bearded or rather hairy woman, for she had a beard all over her face, a surprising, an unexpected beard, growing in improbable tufts, in curly bunches which looked as if they had been sown by a madman over that great face of a gendarme in petticoats. She had them on her nose, under her nose, round her nose, on her chin, on her cheeks; and her eyebrows, which were extraordinarily thick and long, and quite gray, bushy and bristling, looked exactly like a pair of mustaches stuck on there by mistake. She limped, not as lame people generally do, but like a ship at anchor. When she planted her great, bony, swerving body on her sound leg, she seemed to be preparing to mount some enormous wave, and then suddenly she dipped as if to disappear in an abyss, and buried herself in the ground. Her walk reminded one of a storm, as she swayed about, and her head, which was always covered with an enormous white cap, whose ribbons fluttered down her back, seemed to traverse the horizon from north to south and from south to north, at each step. I adored Mother Clochette. As soon as I was up I went into the linen-room where I found her installed at work, with a footwarmer under her feet. As soon as I arrived, she made me take Guy de Maupassant 9 the foot-warmer and sit upon it, so that I might not catch cold in that large, chilly room under the roof. “That draws the blood from your throat,” she said to me. She told me stories, whilst mending the linen with her long crooked nimble fingers; her eyes behind her magnifying spectacles, for age had impaired her sight, appeared enormous to me, strangely profound, double. She had, as far as I can remember the things which she told me and by which my childish heart was moved, the large heart of a poor woman. She told me what had happened in the village, how a cow had escaped from the cow-house and had been found the next morning in front of Prosper Malet’s windmill, looking at the sails turning, or about a hen’s egg which had been found in the church belfry without any one being able to understand what creature had been there to lay it, or the story of Jean-Jean Pila’s dog, who had been ten leagues to bring back his master’s breeches which a tramp had stolen whilst they were hanging up to dry out of doors, after he had been in the rain. She told me these simple adventures in such a manner, that in my mind they assumed the proportions of never-to-be -forgotten dramas, of grand and mysterious poems; and the ingenious stories invented by the poets which my mother told me in the evening, had none of the flavor, none of the breadth or vigor of the peasant woman’s narratives.
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Page 3 and 4: Contents Contents VOLUME VIII......
Page 5 and 6: THE WILL ..........................
Page 7: THE ENGLISHMAN OF ETRETAT .........
Page 11 and 12: doubt, flattered at being chosen by
Page 13 and 14: arts, great events, customs, wars,
Page 15 and 16: All three of us were together in th
Page 17 and 18: “They are officers of the Legion
Page 19 and 20: One day, when he came to lunch with
Page 21 and 22: THE THE TEST TEST The Bondels were
Page 23 and 24: me. This gentleman is no fool. He s
Page 25 and 26: But why did she grow so angry? She
Page 27 and 28: they looked at each other without s
Page 29 and 30: spond with their personal charms. N
Page 31 and 32: She said: “I would rather capsize
Page 33 and 34: THE THE O OORPHAN O ORPHAN RPHAN Ma
Page 35 and 36: that mute, eternal companionship an
Page 37 and 38: Twice she went again to consult her
Page 39 and 40: Moreover, the old lady often threw
Page 41 and 42: ting his crutches slip to the groun
Page 43 and 44: THE THE RABBIT RABBIT Old Lecacheur
Page 45 and 46: “As for knowing him, I do not, as
Page 47 and 48: “You are a novice, my good woman.
Page 49 and 50: “Why, of course not, of course no
Page 51 and 52: and she laughed heartily, gently ri
Page 53 and 54: ing she had tried to hit him, and h
Page 55 and 56: “Well, Uncle Jules had visibly di
Page 57 and 58: “However, I remained beside my mo
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“‘That is my uncle, the brother
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“‘Are they sincere? Are they pr
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canvases, borrowed money from his f
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A A V VVAGABOND V AGABOND He was a
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hogs!” And the pain in his limbs,
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with a sudden desire to defy them,
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Randel went off without replying or
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her by the shoulders, and without a
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“I will continue. We used to go t
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don; my anger carried me away. Well
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The witnesses having given testimon
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After dinner I went for a stroll in
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a vault. I turned round to see what
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pigeons who must be a hundred and t
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like, alone with this young fellow
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not long to see her face again, no.
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her, eat her, make her part of hims
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He replied calmly: “It is a very
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If he had ever loved a woman in his
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They remained side by side, motionl
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THE THE THE P PPARROT P PARROT ARRO
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up a new cargo of insults and bring
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Suddenly she remembered the loft, i
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ness maker, on his doorstep staring
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“You will not make me believe, Ma
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and even of boasting of it as a goo
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to be particularly annoyed at her h
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But Toine’s wife soon became insu
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from her husband to her fowls, devo
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MADAME MADAME HUSSON’S HUSSON’S
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Gisors despises Gournay, but Gourna
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learned societies; History of Gisor
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Josephine Durdent, who is not belie
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emember which one, while visiting G
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Mme. Husson wiped her eyes, in her
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ters passed between the mayor and t
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THE THE ADOPTED ADOPTED SON SON The
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of what his wife said by a continue
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young man said, brutally: “Yes, I
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eflect. He would have to find secon
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toward the bell, to wake his valet,
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“Is the other man practiced in th
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“He was my office chum. The rasca
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“We rose. Solvin whispered “‘
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as soon as it was brought in, she s
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any apparent cause. But how sensiti
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She will be no more. Everything in
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house; it would dry the walls. I as
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Night came on. She went up to her r
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SUNDA SUNDAYS SUNDA YS OF OF A A A
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to the Republic, or perhaps the bad
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excellent quality of the cloth. He
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ing for him. The latter greeted him
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order to win the consideration of t
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ing, where there was a mixture of e
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open beside him, and in his right h
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gossip bedecked in red, white and b
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on such and such a day at such an h
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smiled at him in such a disturbing
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the ridiculous awkwardness of elega
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ter that they settled down seriousl
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“Well, gentlemen! only a century
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This time there was no answer. But
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As soon as I was unperceived I bega
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“If monsieur will kindly allow us
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OUR OUR LETTERS LETTERS Eight hours
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did not confide in me, but in the p
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souls which we do not know, and whi
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This time the old grandmother appea
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FRIEND RIEND JOSEPH JOSEPH JOSEPH T
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which he judged suitable to the sur
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nounced to Joseph Mouradour that th
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a pair of stockings that she said I
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A man who was passing, with a whip
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Cesaire always hesitated, because h
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ich, his father and he. Alone with
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the narrow windows, and he heard th
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early riser, had not yet made his a
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The men uttered shouts, banged the
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In order to see him, to give his me
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He replied: “I’m quite well, th
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ties whom he instinctively distrust
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VOLUME X THE THE CHRISTENING CHRIST
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no surprise nor did he quicken his
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THE THE THE F FFARMER’S F ARMER
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“Better than that, my dear fellow
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“‘What is it, my dear Jean?’
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THE THE DEVIL DEVIL The peasant and
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ow or longer, so much the better fo
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At nightfall Honore returned, and w
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THE THE SNIPE SNIPE Old Baron des R
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THE THE WILL WILL I knew that tall
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My friend stopped talking abruptly,
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WAL AL ALTER AL TER SCHNAFFS’ SCH
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disturbing reflections and fresh te
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And abruptly, without reflection, h
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Scouts were sent ahead to reconnoit
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The smack started off again, riding
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to pour water on the stump of arm t
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of disenchantment, from which it ta
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of flowers floated in the neat path
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“When one considers that these im
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eyes, a pale blue with two tiny bla
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“I slept in my old room, and all
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to make his life less hard. He is a
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itself to me. Who knows? A piece of
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do on condition that we went immedi
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“I took her hand in some confusio
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“I was stealthily returning to my
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glasses dance, and cried with the a
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The weather was severe; it was free
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As he had foreseen, the man was bur
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LASTING LASTING LO LOVE LO VE It wa
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passionately that he screamed, in f
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“‘She also left her old horse a
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mal. She even went so far as to lik
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she added: “If we could throw him
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out of open door and windows and an
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oys, went in search of their master
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“As the fees coming from the Virg
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fied (one could go on drinking it u
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She was a little woman of about for
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Oreille utterly rebelled at such an
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“That is quite enough, monsieur;
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value to put on it, but at last she
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The three horses awoke and, tossing
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However, as Belhomme seemed angry a
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ten little beast!” and he spat on
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things are traps set for the marria
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THE THE ACCURSED ACCURSED BREAD BRE
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self, looked with fatherly pride at
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THE THE DO DOWR DO WR WRY WR The ma
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She had no time to answer. The cond
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She had two francs in her pocket. T
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kill man too. Long ago this need wa
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lood flow, it seems to me I should
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enthusiasm, jigged about with such
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five! But we must get him to bed, o
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some, with his mustache and curly h
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young birds are grown they all fly
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“What, you must leave? And why?
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self: “If the expression be the r
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He devoured the dishes on the table
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“On growing older, I had become p
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“Then I travelled over my whole l
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and Jean came to me and said: ‘Th
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“The husband, who was surprised,
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tastic, improbable, disconnected; a
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you!” And he left them. Guy de Ma
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A murmur of approval rose among the
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“But I—I—I have none.” Then
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veloped in flame, like demons, thei
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VOLUME XII THE THE THE CHILD CHILD
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But the little fellow loved only ca
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still. She knocked; no answer. Then
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She was a stout woman, of about thi
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oating cap in his hand, he politely
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to think, a lassitude in her limbs
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girl. At last they got back to Bezo
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The sun disappears behind Esterel,
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would rub and massage me while I do
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ROSALIE ROSALIE PRUDENT PRUDENT The
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sent away, but I wanted to stay in
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ing themselves, and he will no long
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day when they took place. Why had s
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She began to laugh as only a happy
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very bed shook with her nervous mov
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again in the dim and distant past-t
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grazing; then, treacherously sneaki
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DEAD DEAD WOMAN’S WOMAN’S SECRE
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ents, whom we never knew, but whose
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you keep on thinking of her. Who is
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“Yes. No—I am like a lost dog,
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MADEMOISELLE MADEMOISELLE CO COCOTT
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They reached the beach, and he chos
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efore; a solitude of stone, ten lea
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“Next, St. Lucia killed, one afte
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y the river, we were overtaken by t
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VOLUME XIII OLD OLD OLD JUDAS JUDAS
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The priest, having heard that the
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“Just this. You shall sell it to
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place when you are in Spreville? Th
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BOITELLE BOITELLE Father Boitelle (
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dwelt constantly, to watch the blac
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however, up to their arrival at the
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out into the road to see the “bla
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made of blond hair, which she had o
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“I was amused at this childish te
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nothing. But a monkey! Was that not
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The world would be gayer if one cou
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vinced that not a week passed witho
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A A F FFATHER’S F THER’S CONFES
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ened gradually, their mind must bec
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asking myself whence come those tem
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“She is an abominable woman,” h
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“One day some travelling showmen
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to me an object of suspicion, and I
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A A PO PORTRAIT PO TRAIT TRAIT “H
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she is posing first of all before t
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without anything to warm you up. Wh
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Gently he sat up. Again he waited a
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stopped her, and stupidly, without
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“A woman,” he said, “is alway
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a veritable child of the wardrobe,
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Now I wanted to know about it, and
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I came to a valley of stones, and f
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drilles. A rumor was presently circ
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pyre were lighted and then the wood
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MISTI MISTI I was very much interes
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The latter, old, wrinkled, her eyes
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I was astonished. “Uneasy? Uneasy
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He continued to reason with her and
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His tutor, a priest, watched beside
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a pane of glass between you and him
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up the fight and desire to put an e
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every three months as we do with ou
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“A gas of our own invention. We h
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