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La Martine:
Cela lui était venu, un dimanche, après la messe. Il sortait de l’église et suivait le chemin creux qui le reconduisait chez lui, quand il se trouva derrière la Martine qui rentrait aussi chez elle.
Le père marchait à côté de sa fille, d’un pas important de fermier riche. Dédaignant la blouse, il portait une sorte de veston de drap gris et il était coiffé d’un chapeau melon à larges bords.
Le père marchait à côté de sa fille, d’un pas important de fermier riche. Dédaignant la blouse, il portait une sorte de veston de drap gris et il était coiffé d’un chapeau melon à larges bords.
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First published September 11, 1883
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Guy de Maupassant
7,566 books3,070 followersHenri René Albert Guy de Maupassant was a popular 19th-century French writer. He is one of the fathers of the modern short story. A protege of Flaubert, Maupassant's short stories are characterized by their economy of style and their efficient effortless dénouement. He also wrote six short novels. A number of his stories often denote the futility of war and the innocent civilians who get crushed in it - many are set during the Franco-Prussian War of the 1870s.
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September 8, 2022
Guy de Maupassant’s “Martine” is a short story about a man’s unrequited love and how he deals with it, especially since she was almost his alone.
Story in short - Benoist loves Martine but she is marrying his friend, he must deal with this but can he?
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It came to him one Sunday after mass. He was walking home from church along the by-road that led to his house when he saw ahead of him Martine, who was also going home. Her father walked beside his daughter with the important gait of a rich farmer. Discarding the smock, he wore a short coat of gray cloth and on his head a round- topped hat with wide brim.
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She, laced up in a corset which she wore only once a week, walked along erect, with her squeezed-in waist, her broad shoulders and prominent hips, swinging herself a little. She wore a hat trimmed with flowers, made by a milliner at Yvetot, and displayed the back of her full, round, supple neck, reddened by the sun and air, on which fluttered little stray locks of hair. Benoist saw only her back; but he knew well the face he loved, without, however, having ever noticed it more closely than he did now.
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Suddenly he said: “Nom d’un nom, she is a fine girl, all the same, that Martine.” He watched her as she walked, admiring her hastily, feeling a desire taking possession of him. He did not long to see her face again, no. He kept gazing at her figure, repeating to himself: “Nom d’un nom, she is a fine girl.” Martine turned to the right to enter “La Martiniere,” the farm of her father, Jean Martin, and she cast a glance behind her as she turned round. She saw Benoist, who looked to her very comical.
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She called out: “Good-morning, Benoist.” He replied: “Good-morning, Martine; good-morning, mait Martin,” and went on his way. When he reached home the soup was on the table. He sat down opposite his mother beside the farm hand and the hired man, while the maid servant went to draw some cider. He ate a few spoonfuls, then pushed away his plate. His mother said: “Don’t you feel well?”
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“No. I feel as if I had some pap in my stomach and that takes away my appetite.” He watched the others eating, as he cut himself a piece of bread from time to time and carried it lazily to his mouth, masticating it slowly. He thought of Martine. “She is a fine girl, all the same.” And to think that he had not noticed it before, and that it came to him, just like that, all at once, and with such force that he could not eat. He did not touch the stew. His mother said:
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“Come, Benoist, try and eat a little; it is loin of mutton, it will do you good. When one has no appetite, they should force themselves to eat.” He swallowed a few morsels, then, pushing away his plate, said: “No. I can’t go that, positively.” When they rose from table he walked round the farm, telling the farm hand he might go home and that he would drive up the animals as he passed by them. The country was deserted, as it was the day of rest. Here and there
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in a field of clover cows were moving along heavily, with full bellies, chewing their cud under a blazing sun. Unharnessed plows were standing at the end of a furrow; and the upturned earth ready for the seed showed broad brown patches of stubble of wheat and oats that had lately been harvested. A rather dry autumn wind blew across the plain, promising a cool evening after the sun had set. Benoist sat down on a ditch, placed his hat on his knees as if he needed to cool off his head, and said aloud in
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the stillness of the country: “If you want a fine girl, she is a fine girl.” He thought of it again at night, in his bed, and in the morning when he awoke. He was not sad, he was not discontented, he could not have told what ailed him. It was something that had hold of him, something fastened in his mind, an idea that would not leave him and that produced a sort of tickling sensation in his heart.
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Benoist and Martine look to be married but then all of a sudden she marries a wealthy farmer that was his friend. Benoist avoids the farmer and after their marriage he no longer loves her but it is hard to be near until she gives birth with his help for he hears her cries gives him a new perspective and a friend of the family. Why she did not marry Benoist is unclear but she had cared for him.
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Then he longed to see her again and walked past the Martiniere several times. He saw her, at last,
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hanging out some clothes on a line stretched between two apple trees. It was a warm day. She had on only a short skirt and her chemise, showing the curves of her figure as she hung up the towels. He remained there, concealed by the hedge, for more than an hour, even after she had left. He returned home more obsessed with her image than ever. For a month his mind was full of her, he trembled when her name was mentioned in his presence. He
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could not eat, he had night sweats that kept him from sleeping. On Sunday, at mass, he never took his eyes off her. She noticed it and smiled at him, flattered at his appreciation. One evening, he suddenly met her in the road. She stopped short when she saw him coming. Then he walked right up to her, choking with fear and emotion, but determined to speak to her. He began falteringly: “See here, Martine, this cannot go on like this any longer.”
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She replied as if she wanted to tease him: “What cannot go on any longer, Benoist?” “My thinking of you as many hours as there are in the day,” he answered. She put her hands on her hips. “I do not oblige you to do so.” “Yes, it is you,” he stammered; “I cannot sleep, nor rest, nor eat, nor anything.” “What do you need to cure you of all that?” she asked.
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He stood there in dismay, his arms swinging, his eyes staring, his mouth agape. She hit him a punch in the stomach and ran off. From that day they met each other along the roadside, in by-roads or else at twilight on the edge of a field, when he was going home with his horses and she was driving her cows home to the stable. He felt himself carried, cast toward her by a strong impulse of his heart and body. He would have liked to squeeze her, strangle her,
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eat her, make her part of himself. And he trembled with impotence, impatience, rage, to think she did not belong to him entirely, as if they were one being. People gossiped about it in the countryside. They said they were engaged. He had, besides, asked her if she would be his wife, and she had answered “Yes.” They, were waiting for an opportunity to talk to their parents about it. But, all at once, she stopped coming to meet him at the usual hour.
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He did not even see her as he wandered round the farm. He could only catch a glimpse of her at mass on Sunday. And one Sunday, after the sermon, the priest actually published the banns of marriage between Victoire- Adelaide Martin and Josephin-Isidore Vallin. Benoist felt a sensation in his hands as if the blood had been drained off. He had a buzzing in the ears; and could hear nothing; and presently he perceived that his tears were falling on his prayer book.
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For a month he stayed in his room. Then he went back to his work. But he was not cured, and it was always in his mind. He avoided the roads that led past her home, so that he might not even see the trees in the yard, and this obliged him to make a great circuit morning and evening. She was now married to Vallin, the richest farmer in the district. Benoist and he did not speak now, though they had been comrades from childhood.
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One evening, as Benoist was passing the town hall, he heard that she was enceinte. Instead of experiencing a feeling of sorrow, he experienced, on the contrary, a feeling of relief. It was over, now, all over. They were more separated by that than by her marriage. He really preferred that it should be so. Months passed, and more months. He caught sight of her, occasionally, going to the village with a heavier step than usual. She blushed as she saw him, lowered her head and quickened her pace. And
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he turned out of his way so as not to pass her and meet her glance. He dreaded the thought that he might one morning meet her face to face, and be obliged to speak to her. What could he say to her now, after all he had said formerly, when he held her hands as he kissed her hair beside her cheeks? He often thought of those meetings along the roadside. She had acted horridly after all her promises. By degrees his grief diminished, leaving only sadness behind. And one day he took the old road that led
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past the farm where she now lived. He looked at the roof from a distance. It was there, in there, that she lived with another! The apple trees were in bloom, the cocks crowed on the dung hill. The whole dwelling seemed empty, the farm hands had gone to the fields to their spring toil. He stopped near the gate and looked into the yard. The dog was asleep outside his kennel, three calves were walking slowly, one behind the other, towards the pond. A big turkey was strutting before the door,
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parading before the turkey hens like a singer at the opera. Benoist leaned against the gate post and was suddenly seized with a desire to weep. But suddenly, he heard a cry, a loud cry for help coming from the house. He was struck with dismay, his hands grasping the wooden bars of the gate, and listened attentively. Another cry, a prolonged, heartrending cry, reached his ears, his soul, his flesh. It was she who was crying like that! He darted inside, crossed the grass patch, pushed open the door, and
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saw her lying on the floor, her body drawn up, her face livid, her eyes haggard, in the throes of childbirth. He stood there, trembling and paler than she was, and stammered: “Here I am, here I am, Martine!” She replied in gasps: “Oh, do not leave me, do not leave me, Benoist!” He looked at her, not knowing what to say, what to do. She began to cry out again: “Oh, oh, it is killing me. Oh, Benoist!” She writhed frightfully.
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Benoist was suddenly seized with a frantic longing to help her, to quiet her, to remove her pain. He leaned over, lifted her up and laid her on her bed; and while she kept on moaning he began to take off her clothes, her jacket, her skirt and her petticoat. She bit her fists to keep from crying out. Then he did as he was accustomed to doing for cows, ewes, and mares: he assisted in delivering her and found in his hands a large infant who was moaning. He wiped it off and wrapped it up in a towel that was drying in front
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of the fire, and laid it on a bundle of clothes ready for ironing that was on the table. Then he went back to the mother. He took her up and placed her on the floor again, then he changed the bedclothes and put her back into bed. She faltered: “Thank you, Benoist, you have a noble heart.” And then she wept a little as if she felt regretful. He did not love her any longer, not the least bit. It was all over. Why? How? He could not have said. What
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had happened had cured him better than ten years of absence. She asked, exhausted and trembling: “What is it?” He replied calmly: “It is a very fine girl.” Then they were silent again. At the end of a few moments, the mother, in a weak voice, said: “Show her to me, Benoist.” He took up the little one and was showing it to her as if he were holding the consecrated wafer, when the
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door opened, and Isidore Vallin appeared. He did not understand at first, then all at once he guessed. Benoist, in consternation, stammered out: “I was passing, I was just passing by when f heard her crying out, and I came — there is your child, Vallin!” Then the husband, his eyes full of tears, stepped forward, took the little mite of humanity that he held out to him, kissed it, unable to speak from emotion for a few seconds; then placing the child on the bed, he
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held out both hands to Benoist, saying: “Your hand upon it, Benoist. From now on we understand each other. If you are willing, we will be a pair of friends, a pair of friends!” And Benoist replied: “Indeed I will, certainly, indeed I will.”
Story in short - Benoist loves Martine but she is marrying his friend, he must deal with this but can he?
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It came to him one Sunday after mass. He was walking home from church along the by-road that led to his house when he saw ahead of him Martine, who was also going home. Her father walked beside his daughter with the important gait of a rich farmer. Discarding the smock, he wore a short coat of gray cloth and on his head a round- topped hat with wide brim.
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She, laced up in a corset which she wore only once a week, walked along erect, with her squeezed-in waist, her broad shoulders and prominent hips, swinging herself a little. She wore a hat trimmed with flowers, made by a milliner at Yvetot, and displayed the back of her full, round, supple neck, reddened by the sun and air, on which fluttered little stray locks of hair. Benoist saw only her back; but he knew well the face he loved, without, however, having ever noticed it more closely than he did now.
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Suddenly he said: “Nom d’un nom, she is a fine girl, all the same, that Martine.” He watched her as she walked, admiring her hastily, feeling a desire taking possession of him. He did not long to see her face again, no. He kept gazing at her figure, repeating to himself: “Nom d’un nom, she is a fine girl.” Martine turned to the right to enter “La Martiniere,” the farm of her father, Jean Martin, and she cast a glance behind her as she turned round. She saw Benoist, who looked to her very comical.
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She called out: “Good-morning, Benoist.” He replied: “Good-morning, Martine; good-morning, mait Martin,” and went on his way. When he reached home the soup was on the table. He sat down opposite his mother beside the farm hand and the hired man, while the maid servant went to draw some cider. He ate a few spoonfuls, then pushed away his plate. His mother said: “Don’t you feel well?”
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“No. I feel as if I had some pap in my stomach and that takes away my appetite.” He watched the others eating, as he cut himself a piece of bread from time to time and carried it lazily to his mouth, masticating it slowly. He thought of Martine. “She is a fine girl, all the same.” And to think that he had not noticed it before, and that it came to him, just like that, all at once, and with such force that he could not eat. He did not touch the stew. His mother said:
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“Come, Benoist, try and eat a little; it is loin of mutton, it will do you good. When one has no appetite, they should force themselves to eat.” He swallowed a few morsels, then, pushing away his plate, said: “No. I can’t go that, positively.” When they rose from table he walked round the farm, telling the farm hand he might go home and that he would drive up the animals as he passed by them. The country was deserted, as it was the day of rest. Here and there
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in a field of clover cows were moving along heavily, with full bellies, chewing their cud under a blazing sun. Unharnessed plows were standing at the end of a furrow; and the upturned earth ready for the seed showed broad brown patches of stubble of wheat and oats that had lately been harvested. A rather dry autumn wind blew across the plain, promising a cool evening after the sun had set. Benoist sat down on a ditch, placed his hat on his knees as if he needed to cool off his head, and said aloud in
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the stillness of the country: “If you want a fine girl, she is a fine girl.” He thought of it again at night, in his bed, and in the morning when he awoke. He was not sad, he was not discontented, he could not have told what ailed him. It was something that had hold of him, something fastened in his mind, an idea that would not leave him and that produced a sort of tickling sensation in his heart.
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Benoist and Martine look to be married but then all of a sudden she marries a wealthy farmer that was his friend. Benoist avoids the farmer and after their marriage he no longer loves her but it is hard to be near until she gives birth with his help for he hears her cries gives him a new perspective and a friend of the family. Why she did not marry Benoist is unclear but she had cared for him.
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Then he longed to see her again and walked past the Martiniere several times. He saw her, at last,
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hanging out some clothes on a line stretched between two apple trees. It was a warm day. She had on only a short skirt and her chemise, showing the curves of her figure as she hung up the towels. He remained there, concealed by the hedge, for more than an hour, even after she had left. He returned home more obsessed with her image than ever. For a month his mind was full of her, he trembled when her name was mentioned in his presence. He
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could not eat, he had night sweats that kept him from sleeping. On Sunday, at mass, he never took his eyes off her. She noticed it and smiled at him, flattered at his appreciation. One evening, he suddenly met her in the road. She stopped short when she saw him coming. Then he walked right up to her, choking with fear and emotion, but determined to speak to her. He began falteringly: “See here, Martine, this cannot go on like this any longer.”
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She replied as if she wanted to tease him: “What cannot go on any longer, Benoist?” “My thinking of you as many hours as there are in the day,” he answered. She put her hands on her hips. “I do not oblige you to do so.” “Yes, it is you,” he stammered; “I cannot sleep, nor rest, nor eat, nor anything.” “What do you need to cure you of all that?” she asked.
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He stood there in dismay, his arms swinging, his eyes staring, his mouth agape. She hit him a punch in the stomach and ran off. From that day they met each other along the roadside, in by-roads or else at twilight on the edge of a field, when he was going home with his horses and she was driving her cows home to the stable. He felt himself carried, cast toward her by a strong impulse of his heart and body. He would have liked to squeeze her, strangle her,
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eat her, make her part of himself. And he trembled with impotence, impatience, rage, to think she did not belong to him entirely, as if they were one being. People gossiped about it in the countryside. They said they were engaged. He had, besides, asked her if she would be his wife, and she had answered “Yes.” They, were waiting for an opportunity to talk to their parents about it. But, all at once, she stopped coming to meet him at the usual hour.
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He did not even see her as he wandered round the farm. He could only catch a glimpse of her at mass on Sunday. And one Sunday, after the sermon, the priest actually published the banns of marriage between Victoire- Adelaide Martin and Josephin-Isidore Vallin. Benoist felt a sensation in his hands as if the blood had been drained off. He had a buzzing in the ears; and could hear nothing; and presently he perceived that his tears were falling on his prayer book.
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For a month he stayed in his room. Then he went back to his work. But he was not cured, and it was always in his mind. He avoided the roads that led past her home, so that he might not even see the trees in the yard, and this obliged him to make a great circuit morning and evening. She was now married to Vallin, the richest farmer in the district. Benoist and he did not speak now, though they had been comrades from childhood.
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One evening, as Benoist was passing the town hall, he heard that she was enceinte. Instead of experiencing a feeling of sorrow, he experienced, on the contrary, a feeling of relief. It was over, now, all over. They were more separated by that than by her marriage. He really preferred that it should be so. Months passed, and more months. He caught sight of her, occasionally, going to the village with a heavier step than usual. She blushed as she saw him, lowered her head and quickened her pace. And
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he turned out of his way so as not to pass her and meet her glance. He dreaded the thought that he might one morning meet her face to face, and be obliged to speak to her. What could he say to her now, after all he had said formerly, when he held her hands as he kissed her hair beside her cheeks? He often thought of those meetings along the roadside. She had acted horridly after all her promises. By degrees his grief diminished, leaving only sadness behind. And one day he took the old road that led
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past the farm where she now lived. He looked at the roof from a distance. It was there, in there, that she lived with another! The apple trees were in bloom, the cocks crowed on the dung hill. The whole dwelling seemed empty, the farm hands had gone to the fields to their spring toil. He stopped near the gate and looked into the yard. The dog was asleep outside his kennel, three calves were walking slowly, one behind the other, towards the pond. A big turkey was strutting before the door,
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parading before the turkey hens like a singer at the opera. Benoist leaned against the gate post and was suddenly seized with a desire to weep. But suddenly, he heard a cry, a loud cry for help coming from the house. He was struck with dismay, his hands grasping the wooden bars of the gate, and listened attentively. Another cry, a prolonged, heartrending cry, reached his ears, his soul, his flesh. It was she who was crying like that! He darted inside, crossed the grass patch, pushed open the door, and
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saw her lying on the floor, her body drawn up, her face livid, her eyes haggard, in the throes of childbirth. He stood there, trembling and paler than she was, and stammered: “Here I am, here I am, Martine!” She replied in gasps: “Oh, do not leave me, do not leave me, Benoist!” He looked at her, not knowing what to say, what to do. She began to cry out again: “Oh, oh, it is killing me. Oh, Benoist!” She writhed frightfully.
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Benoist was suddenly seized with a frantic longing to help her, to quiet her, to remove her pain. He leaned over, lifted her up and laid her on her bed; and while she kept on moaning he began to take off her clothes, her jacket, her skirt and her petticoat. She bit her fists to keep from crying out. Then he did as he was accustomed to doing for cows, ewes, and mares: he assisted in delivering her and found in his hands a large infant who was moaning. He wiped it off and wrapped it up in a towel that was drying in front
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of the fire, and laid it on a bundle of clothes ready for ironing that was on the table. Then he went back to the mother. He took her up and placed her on the floor again, then he changed the bedclothes and put her back into bed. She faltered: “Thank you, Benoist, you have a noble heart.” And then she wept a little as if she felt regretful. He did not love her any longer, not the least bit. It was all over. Why? How? He could not have said. What
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had happened had cured him better than ten years of absence. She asked, exhausted and trembling: “What is it?” He replied calmly: “It is a very fine girl.” Then they were silent again. At the end of a few moments, the mother, in a weak voice, said: “Show her to me, Benoist.” He took up the little one and was showing it to her as if he were holding the consecrated wafer, when the
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door opened, and Isidore Vallin appeared. He did not understand at first, then all at once he guessed. Benoist, in consternation, stammered out: “I was passing, I was just passing by when f heard her crying out, and I came — there is your child, Vallin!” Then the husband, his eyes full of tears, stepped forward, took the little mite of humanity that he held out to him, kissed it, unable to speak from emotion for a few seconds; then placing the child on the bed, he
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held out both hands to Benoist, saying: “Your hand upon it, Benoist. From now on we understand each other. If you are willing, we will be a pair of friends, a pair of friends!” And Benoist replied: “Indeed I will, certainly, indeed I will.”
May 12, 2025
AKA: Martine; Martin’s Girl; Benoist
On going home one day after church with his family, Benoist notices the fine form of Martine (Victoire-Adelaide Martin) walking beside her father Jean Martin ahead of him. She is a young woman of the village whom he noticed more closely than he ever did before. He repeated to himself many times on the way home that night, the following day and for many days afterwards that Martine was indeed a handsome girl. He manages to talk to her and meet up with her a number of times, and they actually agree to get married as soon as their parents agree to it. But Benoist had been waiting for the right moment to talk to them about it when the village church published the announcement that Martine was officially engaged to be married to Vallin, the richest farmer in the region.
On going home one day after church with his family, Benoist notices the fine form of Martine (Victoire-Adelaide Martin) walking beside her father Jean Martin ahead of him. She is a young woman of the village whom he noticed more closely than he ever did before. He repeated to himself many times on the way home that night, the following day and for many days afterwards that Martine was indeed a handsome girl. He manages to talk to her and meet up with her a number of times, and they actually agree to get married as soon as their parents agree to it. But Benoist had been waiting for the right moment to talk to them about it when the village church published the announcement that Martine was officially engaged to be married to Vallin, the richest farmer in the region.
December 13, 2024
This was not the love story I was expecting, the Victorian didn't really do soppy, did they? This is very short, almost like a trailer of a richer romance novel. I probably would have preferred it to be a full novel. But it was dramatic and memorable, leaves a little heart-ache in it's wake.
June 5, 2023
About the difficulties of falling in love and how to abandon it. Great descriptions again and somehow reconciling.
June 18, 2021
Est-ce que Maupassant dit que les femmes sont essentiellement des vaches?
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