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One Sunday, when everybody was at Vespers, Frederic and Deslauriers, having previously had their hair curled, picked some flowers in Madame Moreau's garden, and then went out by the gate leading to the fields. After a long detour through the vinyards, they came back by the Pecherie and slipped into the Turkish woman's house, still holding their big nosegays.

Frederic presented his, like a lover to his betrothed. But the heat of the day, fear of the unknown, a sort of remorse, and also the very pleasure of seeing at a single glance so many women at his disposal affected him so powerfully that he turned deathly pale, and stood still, without saying a word. The girls all burst out laughing, amused by his embarrassment; thinking they were making fun of him, he fled, and as Frederic had the money, Deslauriers had no choice but to follow him.

They were seen coming out. This caused a local scandal which was still remembered three years later.

They told one another the story at great length, each supplementing the other's recollections; and when they had finished:
'That was the happiest time we ever had,' said Frederic.
'Yes, perhaps you are right. That was the happiest time we ever had,' said Deslauriers.

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• Sorry I don't get it. Why not in Chinese? -EZ-PASS- ♂ (0 bytes) () 05/31/2010 postreply 18:15:04