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of which my affection and my liver duly acknowledged receipt

in full. She taught me more provincialpronunciation and bad



grammar than ever I could unlearn. She was very intelligent,

and radiant with good humour. One peculiarity especially



took my fancy - the yellow bandana in which she enveloped her

head. I was always wondering whether she was born without



hair - there was none to be seen. This puzzled me so that

one day I consulted Auguste, who was my chief companion. He



was quite indignant, and declared with warmth that Mam'selle

Rose had the most beautiful hair he had ever beheld. He



flushed even with enthusiasm. If it hadn't been for his

manner, I should have asked him how he knew. But somehow I



felt the subject was a delicate one.

How incessantly" target="_blank" title="ad.不断地,不停地">incessantly they worked, Auguste and Rose, and how



cheerfully they worked! One could hear her singing, and him

whistling, at it all day. Yet they seemed to have abundant



leisure to exchange a deal of pleasantry and harmless banter.

Auguste was a Swiss, and a bigoted Protestant, and never lost



an opportunity of holding forth on the superiority of the

reformed religion. If he thought the family were out of



hearing, he would grow very animated and declamatory. But

Rose, who also had hopes, though perhaps faint, for my



salvation, would suddenly rush into the room with the carpet

broom, and drive him out, with threats of Miss Aglae, and the



broomstick.

The gardener, Monsieur Benoit, was also a great favourite of



mine, and I of his, for I was never tired of listening to his

wonderful adventures. He had, so he informed me, been a



soldier in the GRANDE ARMEE. He enthralled me with hair-

raising accounts of his exploits: how, when leading a



storming party - he was always the leader - one dark and

terrible night, the vivid and incessantlightning betrayed



them by the flashing of their bayonets; and how in a few

minutes they were mowed down by MITRAILLE. He had led



forlorn hopes, and performed deeds of astounding prowess.

How many Life-guardsmen he had annihilated: 'Ah! ben oui!'



he was afraid to say. He had been personally noticed by 'Le

p'tit caporal.' There were many, whose deeds were not to



compare with his, who had been made princes and mareschals.

PARBLEU! but his luck was bad. 'Pas d'chance! pas d'chance!



Mo'sieu Henri.' As Monsieur Benoit recorded his feats, and

witnessed my unbounded admiration, his voice would grow more



and more sepulchral, till it dropped to a hoarse and scarcely

audible whisper.



I was a little bewildered one day when, having breathlessly

repeated some of his heroic deeds to the Marquise, she with a



quiet smile assured me that 'ce petit bon-homme,' as she

called him, had for a short time been a drummer in the



National Guard, but had never been a soldier. This was a

blow to me; moreover, I was troubled by the composure of the



Marquise. Monsieur Benoit had actually been telling me what

was not true. Was it, then, possible that grown-up people



acquired the privilege of fibbing with impunity? I wondered

whether this right would eventually become mine!



At Bourg-la-Reine there is, or was, a large school. Three

days in the week I had to join one of the classes there; on



the other three one of the ushers came up to Larue for a

couple of hours of private tuition. At the school itself I



did not learn very much, except that boys everywhere are

pretty similar, especially in the badness of their manners.



I also learnt that shrugging the shoulders while exhibiting

the palms of the hands, and smiting oneself vehemently on the






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