Maria Chapdelaine by Louis Hémon
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proclaimed their freedom: the winter ended, the soil soon to
reappear, rivers once more running their joyous course, the earth again transformed like some lovely girl released at last from an evil spell by touch of magic wand. But they did not allow themselves to be glad in this house of death, nor indeed did they feel the happiness of it in the midst of their hearts' deep affliction. Opening the window they moved back to it and hearkened to the tapping of the great drops upon the roof. Maria saw that her father's head had fallen, and that he was very still; she thought his evening drowsiness was mastering him again, but when about to waken him with a word, he it was who sighed and began to speak. "Ephrem. Surprenant said no more than the truth. Your mother was a good woman, Maria; you will not find her like." Maria's head answered him "Yes," but her lips were pressed close. "Full of courage and good counsel, that she has been throughout her life; but it was chiefly in the early days after we were married, and then again when Esdras and yourself were little, that she showed herself the woman she was. The wife of a small farmer looks for no easy life, but women who take to their work as well and as cheerfully as she did in those days, Maria, are hard to find." Maria faltered:--"I know, father; I know it well;" and she dried her eyes for her heart was melting into tears. "When we took up our first land at Normandin we had two cows and very little pasture for them, as nearly all our lot was in standing |
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