Old Creole Days by George Washington Cable
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"You have my counsel already, papa." "Yes, my child, and you were right. The Café des Exilés never should have been opened. It is no place for you; no place at all." "Let us leave it," said Pauline. "Ah! Pauline, I would close it to-morrow if I could, but now it is too late; I cannot." "Why?" asked Pauline, pleadingly. She had cast an arm about his neck. Her tears sparkled with a smile. "My daughter, I cannot tell you; you must go now to bed; good-night--or good-morning; God keep you!" "Well, then, papa," she said, "have no fear; you need not hide me; I have my prayer-book, and my altar, and my garden, and my window; my garden is my fenced city, and my window my watch-tower; do you see?" "Ah! Pauline," responded the father, "but I have been letting the enemy in and out at pleasure." "Good-night," she answered, and kissed him three times on either cheek; "the blessed Virgin will take care of us; good-night; _he_ never said those things; not he; good-night." The next evening Galahad Shaughnessy and Manuel Mazaro met at that "very |
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