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A Love Episode - Emile Zola

A Love Episode - Emile Zola

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Originally UPLOADED by SATHEESH BALACHANDRAN/ Guruvayur/ /LIBRARY OF BABEL/ {in the process of "being built"} Contact: satheeshgvr@gmail.com, to DOWNLOAD this eBook. Thank You.
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"Pauline," she said, "go into the garden for a minute."

"Oh no," retorted the girl indignantly. "It's so tiresome; I'm always being sent out of the way."

"Go into the garden," repeated Juliette, with increased severity in her tone.

The girl stalked off with a sullen look, but stopped all at once, to exclaim: "Well, then, be quick over your
talk!"

As soon as she was gone, Madame Deberle returned to the charge. "How can you, a gentleman, show yourself
in public with that actress Florence? She is at least forty. She is ugly enough to frighten one, and all the
gentlemen in the stalls thee and thou her on first nights."

"Have you finished?" called out Pauline, who was strolling sulkily under the trees. "I'm not amusing myself
here, you know."

Malignon, however, defended himself. He had no knowledge of this girl Florence; he had never in his life
spoken a word to her. They had possibly seen him with a lady: he was sometimes in the company of the wife
of a friend of his. Besides, who had seen him? He wanted proofs, witnesses.

"Pauline," hastily asked Madame Deberle, raising her voice, "did you not meet him with Florence?"

"Yes, certainly," replied her sister. "I met them on the boulevards opposite Bignon's."

Thereupon, glorying in her victory over Malignon, whose face wore an embarrassed smile, Madame Deberle
called out: "You can come back, Pauline; I have finished."

Malignon, who had a box at the Folies-Dramatiques for the following night, now gallantly placed it at
Madame Deberle's service, apparently not feeling the slightest ill-will towards her; moreover, they were
always quarreling. Pauline wished to know if she might go to see the play that was running, and as Malignon
laughed and shook his head, she declared it was very silly; authors ought to write plays fit for girls to see. She
was only allowed such entertainments as La Dame Blanche and the classic drama could offer.

Meantime, the ladies had ceased watching the children, and all at once Lucien began to raise terrible shrieks.

"What have you done to him, Jeanne?" asked Helene.

"I have done nothing, mamma," answered the little girl. "He has thrown himself on the ground."

The truth was, the children had just set out for the famous glaciers. As Jeanne pretended that they were
reaching the mountains, they had lifted their feet very high, as though to step over the rocks. Lucien, however,
quite out of breath with his exertions, at last made a false step, and fell sprawling in the middle of an
imaginary ice-field. Disgusted, and furious with child-like rage, he no sooner found himself on the ground
than he burst into tears.

"Lift him up," called Helene.

"He won't let me, mamma. He is rolling about."

And so saying, Jeanne drew back, as though exasperated and annoyed by such a display of bad breeding. He
did not know how to play; he would certainly cover her with dirt. Her mouth curled, as though she were a
duchess compromising herself by such companionship. Thereupon Madame Deberle, irritated by Lucien's

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