"Oh, I will have her," he cried, striking a blow with his stick at a

clod in front of him. And he at once began to consider the political

part of the enterprise. He asked himself-"Where shall we meet? By what means? We shall always be having the brat

on our hands, and the servant, the neighbours, and husband, all sorts of

worries. Pshaw! one would lose too much time over it."

Then he resumed, "She really has eyes that pierce one's heart like a

gimlet. And that pale complexion! I adore pale women!"

When he reached the top of the Arguiel hills he had made up his mind.

"It's only finding the opportunities. Well, I will call in now and then.

I'll send them venison, poultry; I'll have myself bled, if need be. We

shall become friends; I'll invite them to my place. By Jove!" added he,

"there's the agricultural show coming on. She'll be there. I shall see

her. We'll begin boldly, for that's the surest way."




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