Madame Chrysantheme by Pierre Loti
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page 185 of 199 (92%)
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"That is a good idea of yours," I say; "a precaution which should
always be taken in this country of yours, where so many evil-minded people are clever in forging money. Make haste and get through it before I start, and if any false pieces have found their way into the number, I will willingly replace them." However, she refuses to continue before me, and I expected as much; to do so would have been contrary to all her notions of politeness, hereditary and acquired, all her conventionality, all her _Japanesery_. With a disdainful little foot, clothed as usual in exquisite socks with a special hood for the great toe, she pushes away the piles of white dollars and scatters them on the mats. "We have hired a large covered sampan," she says to change the conversation, "and we are all going together,--Campanule, Jonquille, Touki, all your mousmés--to watch your vessel set sail. Pray sit down and stay a few minutes." "No, I really cannot stay. I have several things to do in the town, d'you see, and the order was given for every one to be on board by three o'clock in time for muster before starting. Moreover, I would rather escape, as you can imagine, while Madame Prune is still enjoying her siesta; I should be afraid of being drawn into some corner, or of provoking some heartrending parting scene." Chrysanthème bows her head and says no more, but seeing that I am really going, rises to escort me. Without speaking, without the slightest noise, she follows me as we descend the staircase and cross the garden full of sunshine, where the |
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