Capitolo 10
here to live. You are a lot of diamond and cheerful, intelligent enough to be a
companion when I need one, and well-mannered enough to fall right in her
correct place when I don't do.
The name of his/her husband is Abelard. Oh, yes, I clearly, asked to him around
Heloise the first time I saw him/it, and I stagger when the small one
the old toothless crack foolishly laughed and it said, "That was first my time." That that ago
does he/she think about that? Every calls him/it "Equal Abelard", and around the
give him hospitality you/he/she has shortened down for "to Peer at." He is on twenty years older than
Amelie--well long in his/her year seventy. He is a native of the commune--it was
been born to Pont-aux-dames, to the foot of the hill, next to the old one
abbaye of that name. He is familiarized a type enough to those that you/they know
French provincial life. His/her father was a rich grower. His/her mother
it was his/her mother typical of his/her class. You held his/her children under his/her thumb
until her he/she lived. You protect that Abelard has worked on the farm of his/her father. He had
his living, but never a sou in pocket. The only diversion him never
it had you/he/she was playing the violin that of the passers in the commune they taught him.
When his/her parents died, his/her brothers and he sold the old place to
Pont-aux-dames to Coquelin that was preparing himself/herself/itself to turn the old historian
convent in a retraite of de of maison for elderly actors, and he came on here
on the hill and he/she bought his/her present farm in this small village, where almost
every is of the kind of a the cousin of his.
Oddly enough, almost every one of these cousins female has a history.
You would not think him/it, to still look at the place and the people I imagine
what enough universal is for women in such places to have
"histories." You will see an old woman with a bronze face--sometimes
still beautiful, often the reverse--in his/her short skirt, his/her great apron
laced circle where a life is not, her beautiful hair still concealed in a