They spoke of things which they already knew, as if simply for the
pleasure of talking.
"Is the window, then, to be replaced?"
"No! oh no! it will be so well repaired that the new part cannot be
distinguished from the old. I love it quite as much as you do."
"Oh! it is indeed true that I love it! I have already embroidered a
Saint George, but it was not so beautiful as this one."
"Oh, not so beautiful! How can you say that? I have seen it, if it is
the Saint George on the chasuble which the Abbot Cornille wore last
Sunday. It is a marvellous thing."
She blushed with pleasure, but quickly turned the conversation, as she
exclaimed:
"Hurry and put another stone on the left corner of the sheet, or the
wind will carry it away from us again."
He made all possible haste, weighed down the linen, which had been in
great commotion, like the wings of a great wounded bird trying its best
to fly away. Finding that this time it would probably keep its place,
the two young people rose up, and now Angelique went through the narrow,
green paths between the pieces of linen, glancing at each one, while
he followed her with an equally busy look, as if preoccupied by the
possible loss of a dish-towel or an apron.
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