The Flower of the Chapdelaines by George Washington Cable
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II Early one day some two weeks after the foregoing incident the young lawyer came out of his _pension francaise_, opposite his office, and stood a moment in thought. In those two weeks he had not again seen Mr. Castanado. Once more it was scant half past eight. He looked across to the windows of his office and of one bare third-story sleeping-room over it. Eloquent windows! Their meanness reminded him anew how definitely he had chosen not merely the simple but the solitary life. Yet now he turned toward Royal Street. But at the third or fourth step he faced about toward Chartres. The distance to the courthouse was the same either way, and its entrances were alike on both streets. Thought he as he went the Chartres Street way: "If I go _one more time_ by way of Royal I shall owe an abject apology, and yet to try to offer it would only make the matter worse." He went grimly, glad to pay this homage of avoidance which would have been more to his credit paid a week or so earlier. His frequent failure to pay it had won him, each time, a glimpse of _her_ and an itching fear that prying eyes were on him inside other balconied windows besides those of the unslender Mme. Castanado. Temptation is a sly witch. Down at Conti Street, on the court-house's upper riverside corner, he paused to take in the charm of one of the most picturesque groups of old buildings in the _vieux carré_. But there, to gather in all the effect, one must turn, sooner or later, and |
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