The Son of Clemenceau by Alexandre Dumas fils
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guests are not very particular if the wine flows freely. I do not think
the young lady likes the position, for I know the old, be-spectacled professors are as pestering with their attentions as the insolent officers. She would have been so delighted at the relief promised by your return that she would run to meet you and you would not have been repulsed at the door." "I daresay," replied Madame Clemenceau, frowning, and tapping the waxed wood floor impatiently with her foot. "I did not care to announce my return home with a flourish of trumpets. I was not averse to taking the house by surprise, and seeing what a transformation has gone on since I went away. Besides, it is desirable, not to say necessary, that I should speak with you before seeing the others." Hedwig pouted a little. "You ought to have written to me, madame, as we were agreed, I thought; I have been on tenderhooks because of your silence. I did not even guess where you were." "I did not wish it known for a while, and even then, it appears, I spoke too soon," said Césarine gloomily. "You did not want me to know, madame?" questioned the servant in surprise and with a trace of suspicion. "Not even you," and hanging her head, she sank into meditation, not pleasant, to judge by her hopeless expression. The servant, who had the phlegmatic brain of her people, was stupefied |
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