Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 2, February 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 2, February 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“I can’t be happy without papa and mamma,” replied Mariette, bursting
into tears again, and Jeanette, weeping for company, carried her off
into the house, while I ran down the stairs to lock the door of the
tower. When I entered the house again, I found that Father Bonneville
was out visiting some sick people, and had been absent for several
hours. Mariette wanted no kind of tendence, however, that was not given
to her by good Jeanette. She put her pretty little feet in warm water;
she gave her a cup of the thin chocolate which usually formed the good
priest’s supper, and she endeavored, with far greater skill than mine,
to wile away her thoughts from all that was painful in memory, or her
new situation. Mariette soon began to prattle to her, and leaning her
head upon her shoulder, said she loved her very much; but then, after a
few minutes, the bright young eyes closed, the little head leaned
heavier, and Jeanette, moving her gently, carried her away to my small
room, and placed her gently in my bed, “to sleep it out,” as she said.
About half an hour after, good Father Bonneville returned, and his face
showed evident traces of sorrow and perplexity. But still my story was
to be told, and it seemed to perplex him still more.
“Do you know her name?” he asked.
“Mariette, Father,” I replied.
“But what more, besides Mariette?” he asked; and as I could give him no
information, he made me describe, as accurately as I could, the
appearance of the lady I had seen. I spoke of her bright and beautiful
eyes, and I described her as very pale; but the good priest inquired
whether she was tall.
“Oh yes,” I replied; “a good deal taller than Jeanette.”
The good priest smiled; for Jeanette was a good deal below the height of
the Medicean Venus, and she is no giantess.
“It must be Madame de Salins,” he murmured, after a moment’s
consideration. “Holy father, have mercy upon us! Killed Monsieur de
Salins, have they, before his poor wife’s eyes? A better young man did
not exist, nor one who has done more good, both by his acts and his
example.”
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