The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2 (of 8) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 389 pages of information about The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2 (of 8).

The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2 (of 8) eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 389 pages of information about The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2 (of 8).

This made her tremble so violently that she could not take the saucepan off the fire; and later when they were all at work, she went up into her room and cried, burying her head in her bolster, so that she might not be heard.  During the day, however, she tried to obtain some information without exciting any suspicions, but she was so overwhelmed by the thoughts of her misfortune, that she fancied that all the people whom she asked, laughed maliciously.  All she learned, however, was, that he had left the neighborhood altogether.

PART II

Then a cloud of constant misery began for her.  She worked mechanically, without thinking of what she was doing, with one fixed idea in her head:  “Suppose people were to know.”

This continual feeling made her so incapable of reasoning, that she did not even try to think of any means of avoiding the disgrace that she knew must ensue, which was irreparable, and drawing nearer every day, and which was as sure as death itself.  She got up every morning long before the others, and persistently tried to look at her figure in a piece of broken looking-glass at which she did her hair, as she was very anxious to know whether anybody would notice a change in her, and during the day she stopped working every few minutes to look at herself from top to toe, to see whether the size of her stomach did not make her apron look too short.

The months went on, and she scarcely spoke now, and when she was asked a question, she did not appear to understand, but she had a frightened look, with haggard eyes and trembling hands, which made her master say to her occasionally:  “My poor girl, how stupid you have grown lately.”

In church, she hid behind a pillar, and no longer ventured to go to confession, as she feared to face the priest, to whom she attributed superhuman powers, which enabled him to read people’s consciences; and at meal times, the looks of her fellow servants almost made her faint with mental agony, and she was always fancying that she had been found out by the cowherd, a precocious and cunning little lad, whose bright eyes seemed always to be watching her.

One morning the postman brought her a letter, and as she had never received one in her life before, she was so upset by it that she was obliged to sit down.  Perhaps it was from him?  But as she could not read, she sat anxious and trembling, with that piece of paper covered with ink in her hand; after a time, however, she put it into her pocket, as she did not venture to confide her secret to anyone.  She often stopped in her work to look at those lines written at regular intervals, and which terminated in a signature, imagining vaguely that she would suddenly discover their meaning, until at last, as she felt half mad with impatience and anxiety, she went to the schoolmaster, who told her to sit down, and read to her, as follows: 

    MY DEAR DAUGHTER:  I write to tell you that I am very ill.  Our
    neighbor, Monsieur Dentu, begs you to come, if you can.  For your
    affectionate mother,

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