Ramuntcho by Pierre Loti
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somewhat savagely loving, she divined that the little girl was enamoured
enough not to fall out of love ever; she had seen this in her fifteen year old black eyes, obstinate and grave under the golden nimbus of her hair. Gracieuse marrying Ramuntcho for his charm alone, in spite of and against maternal will!--The rancor and vindictiveness that lurked in the mind of Franchita rejoiced suddenly at that great triumph over the pride of Dolores. Around the isolated house where, under the grand silence of midnight, she decided alone her son's future, the spirit of the Basque ancestors passed, sombre and jealous also, disdainful of the stranger, fearful of impiety, of changes, of evolutions of races;--the spirit of the Basque ancestors, the old immutable spirit which still maintains that people with eyes turned toward the anterior ages; the mysterious antique spirit by which the children are led to act as before them their fathers had acted, at the side of the same mountains, in the same villages, around the same belfries.-- The noise of steps now, in the dark, outside!--Someone walking softly in sandals on the thickness of the plane-tree leaves strewing the soil.--Then, a whistled appeal.-- What, already!--Already one o'clock in the morning!-- Quite resolved now, she opened the door to the chief smuggler with a smile of greeting that the latter had never seen in her: "Come in, Itchoua," she said, "warm yourself--while I go wake up my son." |
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