This happens INVARIABLY. The love-sick girls
that are picked out of the canal dead have fled from a year's misery
to eternal pain, from grief that time never failed to cure, to anguish
incurable. In this world "Rien n'est certain que l'imprevu."
Edouard and Rose were tender lovers, at a distance. How much happier and
more loving they thought they should be beneath the same roof. They came
together: their prominent faults of character rubbed: the secret
that was in the house did its work: and altogether, they quarrelled.
L'imprevu.
Dard had been saying to Jacintha for ever so long, "When granny dies, I
will marry you."
Granny died. Dard took possession of her little property. Up came a
glittering official, and turned him out; he was not her heir. Perrin,
the notary, was. He had bought the inheritance of her two sons, long
since dead.
Dard had not only looked on the cottage and cow, as his, but had spoken
of them as such for years. The disappointment and the irony of comrades
ate into him.
"I will leave this cursed place," said he.
Josephine instantly sent for him to Beaurepaire.
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