Part XXXVII
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| | Edna looked in at the drug store. Monsieur Ratignolle was | |
| | putting up a mixture himself, very carefully, dropping a red liquid | |
| | into a tiny glass. He was grateful to Edna for having come; her | |
| | presence would be a comfort to his wife. Madame Ratignolle's | |
| | sister, who had always been with her at such trying times, had not | |
| | been able to come up from the plantation, and Adele had been | |
| | inconsolable until Mrs. Pontellier so kindly promised to come to | |
| | her. The nurse had been with them at night for the past week, as | |
| | she lived a great distance away. And Dr. Mandelet had been coming | |
| | and going all the afternoon. They were then looking for him any | |
| | moment. | |
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| | Edna hastened upstairs by a private stairway that led from the | |
| | rear of the store to the apartments above. The children were all | |
| | sleeping in a back room. Madame Ratignolle was in the salon, | |
| | whither she had strayed in her suffering impatience. She sat on | |
| | the sofa, clad in an ample white peignoir, holding a | |
| | handkerchief tight in her hand with a nervous clutch. Her face was | |
| | drawn and pinched, her sweet blue eyes haggard and unnatural. All | |
| | her beautiful hair had been drawn back and plaited. It lay in a | |
| | long braid on the sofa pillow, coiled like a golden serpent. The | |
| | nurse, a comfortable looking Griffe woman in white apron and | |
| | cap, was urging her to return to her bedroom. | |
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| | "There is no use, there is no use," she said at once to Edna. | |
| | "We must get rid of Mandelet; he is getting too old and careless. | |
| | He said he would be here at half-past seven; now it must be eight. | |
| | See what time it is, Josephine." | |
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| | The woman was possessed of a cheerful nature, and refused | |
| | to take any situation too seriously, especially a situation | |
| | withwhich she was so familiar. She urged Madame to have | |
| | courage and patience. But Madame only set her teeth hard | |
| | into her under lip, and Edna saw the sweat gather in beads | |
| | on her white forehead. After a moment or two she uttered | |
| | a profound sigh and wiped her face with the handkerchief | |
| | rolled in a ball. She appeared exhausted. The nurse gave her | |
| | a fresh handkerchief, sprinkled with cologne water. | |
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| | "This is too much!" she cried. "Mandelet ought to be killed! | |
| | Where is Alphonse? Is it possible I am to be abandoned like | |
| | this-neglected by every one?" | |
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| | "Neglected, indeed!" exclaimed the nurse. Wasn't she there? | |
| | And here was Mrs. Pontellier leaving, no doubt, a pleasant evening | |
| | at home to devote to her? And wasn't Monsieur Ratignolle coming | |
| | that very instant through the hall? And Josephine was quite sure | |
| | she had heard Doctor Mandelet's coupe. Yes, there it was, | |
| | down at the door. | |
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| | Adele consented to go back to her room. She sat on the edge | |
| | of a little low couch next to her bed. | |
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| | Doctor Mandelet paid no attention to Madame Ratignolle's | |
| | upbraidings. He was accustomed to them at such times, and was too | |
| | well convinced of her loyalty to doubt it. | |
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| | He was glad to see Edna, and wanted her to go with him into | |
| | the salon and entertain him. But Madame Ratignolle would not | |
| | consent that Edna should leave her for an instant. Between | |
| | agonizing moments, she chatted a little, and said it took her mind | |
| | off her sufferings. | |
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| | Edna began to feel uneasy. She was seized with a vague dread. | |
| | Her own like experiences seemed far away, unreal, and only half | |
| | remembered. She recalled faintly an ecstasy of pain, the heavy | |
| | odor of chloroform, a stupor which had deadened sensation, and an | |
| | awakening to find a little new life to which she had given being, | |
| | added to the great unnumbered multitude of souls that come and go. | |
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| | She began to wish she had not come; her presence was not | |
| | necessary. She might have invented a pretext for staying away; she | |
| | might even invent a pretext now for going. But Edna did not go. | |
| | With an inward agony, with a flaming, outspoken revolt against | |
| | the ways of Nature, she witnessed the scene of torture. | |
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| | She was still stunned and speechless with emotion when later | |
| | she leaned over her friend to kiss her and softly say good-by. | |
| | Adele, pressing her cheek, whispered in an exhausted voice: | |
| | "Think of the children, Edna. Oh think of the children! Remember them!" | |
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