Sunday, December 2, 2012
When Martine and Clotilde were alone and face to face they looked at each other for a moment in sile
When Martine and Clotilde were alone and face to face they looked at each other for a moment in silence. Ever since the commencement of the new situation, they had been fully conscious of their secret antagonism, the open triumph of the young mistress, the half concealed jealousy of the old servant about her adored master. Now it seemed that the victory remained with the servant. But in this final moment their common emotion drew them together.
"Martine, you must not let him eat like a poor man. You promise me that he shall have wine and meat every day?"
"Have no fear, mademoiselle."
"And the five thousand francs lying there, you know belong to him. You are not going to let yourselves starve to death, I suppose, with those there. I want you to treat him very well."
"I tell you that I will make it my business to do so, mademoiselle, and that monsieur shall want for nothing."
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"And watch him, to see that he does not overwork himself. I am going away very uneasy; he has not been well for some time past. Take good care of him."
"Make your mind easy, mademoiselle, I will take care of him."
"Well, I give him into your charge. He will have only you now; and it is some consolation to me to know that you love him dearly. Love him with all your strength. Love him for us both."
"Yes, mademoiselle, as much as I can."
Tears came into their eyes; Clotilde spoke again.
"Will you embrace me, Martine?"
"Oh, mademoiselle,fake uggs, very gladly."
They were in each other's arms when Pascal reentered the room. He pretended not to see them, doubtless afraid of giving way to his emotion. In an unnaturally loud voice he spoke of the final preparations for Clotilde's departure, like a man who had a great deal on his hands and was afraid that the train might be missed. He had corded the trunks, a man had taken them away in a little wagon, and they would find them at the station. But it was only eight o'clock, and they had still two long hours before them. Two hours of mortal anguish, spent in unoccupied and weary waiting, during which they tasted a hundred times over the bitterness of parting. The breakfast took hardly a quarter of an hour. Then they got up, to sit down again. Their eyes never left the clock,Discount North Face Down Jackets. The minutes seemed long as those of a death watch, throughout the mournful house.
"How the wind blows!" said Clotilde, as a sudden gust made all the doors creak.
Pascal went over to the window and watched the wild flight of the storm-blown trees.
"It has increased since morning," he said. "Presently I must see to the roof,fake jordans, for some of the tiles have been blown away."
Already they had ceased to be one household. They listened in silence to the furious wind, sweeping everything before it, carrying with it their life.
Finally Pascal looked for a last time at the clock, and said simply:
"It is time, Clotilde."
She rose from the chair on which she had been sitting. She had for an instant forgotten that she was going away, and all at once the dreadful reality came back to her. Once more she looked at him, but he did not open his arms to keep her. It was over; her hope was dead. And from this moment her face was like that of one struck with death.
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