Madame Chrysantheme — Volume 4 by Pierre Loti
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page 36 of 43 (83%)
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sadness had almost given me a pang, and I infinitely prefer that this
marriage should end as it had begun, in a joke. "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 mousmes--to watch your vessel set sail. Pray sit down and stay a few minutes." "No, I really can not stay. I have several things to do in the town, 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 prefer to 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." Chrysantheme bows her head and says no more, but seeing that I am really going, rises to escort me. |
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