[[[Lane to No Turning, Volume 3]]]
Description: Tragicomedy Annette
Chest of drawers, bed, bedding, pieces of cloth, and
pile yarns were prepared for many months. Annette has made an inventory
of them every day, because the point had been completed - the first with a large
pride, after a while even timidly and sadly: Benoit was not there. He
said that he would lie in the first drive is in summer, and
in the little church of St. Saviour 's they will make all the decisions
receive a blessing Cure '. Almost no one believed would be Benoit.
He is a bright scarf, laughter, quick eyes, and
black head Pontiac, and none of the river drivers could
sing like him. It was, he said cheerfully, because its gold earrings,
Rather than copper, as his comrades. Thus Benoit was a little vain,
and something more, but the old ladies, such as the Little Chemist's wife 'said
He was Galant. Probably only a medallion made by the auctioneer and Cure
Do not lose yourself universally admired, they thought he was
Annette, like a penny falling to a holy candle.
Annette was the youngest of 12, and one of a family of 30 in
some of her married brothers and sisters and their children lived in
Father 's long white house "on the river. When Benoit did not come in
In spring, they showed their compassion for her, abusing him, and when she
asked for it, they said things that region. They ended
proposes to marry her to Farette, the old miller, to whom they owe money
flour. They brought Farette the house, finally, and it was
patient when he looked at her, and smoking strong tobacco and tried
sing. She has been good to him, and said nothing, until one day, he called her
Solime brother, he muttered children chanson Benoit sang that day, when
left when he passed their house going down the river:
\\ "High in the nest there 'RAC tree
Swing under, so free, and swings over;
Swing under the sun and swing over the world,
My snow bird, my gay lover
My gay lover, Don, Don! . . . Don, Don!
\\ "When the winter do I get back home
To nest swinging under and above,
Waving above and below, and waits for me
Your Rover, my snow bird, your Rover -
Your lover and rover, don, don! . . . Don, Don! "
Everything was very good in the mouth of a gay, sentimental, Benoit;
It was hateful nonsense Farette. Annette now come to its feet
Suddenly, her pale face shows disdain, and her big brown eyes, shaking
anger. She went to the miller and said: "You are old and ugly and
fool. But I do not hate you, I hate Solime, my brother, for what you
here. There is a bill of flour? Well, I'll pay myself - and
You can go as soon as you want. "
Then she put on her coat and a cloak with a hood and gloves, and walked to the door.
\\ "Where are you, m Ma 'sel? "He cried Solime, in high rage.
\\ "I'm going sieu M '\\' Medallion," she said.
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