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He caught the gesture and looked at her quickly. "That's nice of
you," said he, "mighty nice."
In some new sort of half-abashment she found no immediate reply.
He left her then, and walked steadily back up the driveway, saying
nothing in farewell, and not once looking back. For a time she
followed him with her gaze, a strange sinking at her heart of which
she was ashamed, which gave her alike surprise and sudden fear.
It was a much abashed and still tearful though not a repentant
Jeanne who embraced her mistress, after the simple little wedding
of Jeanne and Hector, when they had repaired to the wedding feast
at the _maison_ Fournier.
"But come, Madame," said Jeanne. "Behold my new home. Is it not
delightful? This is the mother of Hector, Madame, and this--ah,
this is the home of Hector and myself. To-night also it is yours.
I am rejoiced. Madame," she added, in an aside, while Lily, stupid
and awkward, was for the time out of the way, "I can not bear to
think of your going away with but that impossible niggaire there to
care for you.
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