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PETITE LOTTE
chapter 01
Then Lise stood up; Charles saw that she had been
crying. She held out her hand towards him.
"I'll wait," she said softly.
lunches and kept the rooms tidy. From then on, she
stayed up a little longer - that was all. She could not
be dissuaded from working the night shifts. That was
her personal, sacred task. She alone felt responsible
for their financial prosperity.
"Did you see the child? " she asked. "The wet-nurse
is taking her away tomorrow. We want to
call her Charlotte."
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chapter 02
" No, leave me alone, I don't have time for this. "
" For God's sake - look at the state of that kid! "
Mother replied:
"What clothes is she supposed to wear? "
But the little bird did not come. Because there was
Minou the tomcat, who was staring with his
sparkling green eyes. He followed Lotte
everywhere. What did he have against the little
birds? The arrival of Minou, the big, black Minou,
interrupted the little girl loneliness. He became her
favorite play companion. He liked jumping - she did
too - yet jumping was not allowed. Minou never
refused any hugs. And for him also, it was never
time for food when he was most hungry.
"Meow. "
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This is why Lotte had red eyes that day. But that pain
was over now - forever - as long as she lived, Lotte
would only love Lucie.
But how did all that water get on the stage? The
little girl was amazed.
And slap - slap - the blows rained all over Gigi. The
little girl fell tearfully to the ground - overwhelmed
by her own stupidity. Lotte helped her up and said:
" Come, let's cut out some chickens. "
chapter 03
been happy with her? Why had she never been happy
with him? Perhaps, it was his fault. His fault?
Certainly not! Did he not from day one perform his
marital duty without forcing himself on her? Was it
not a great blessing for her to have met him, instead
of meeting some poor driver's stable-hand, a fate that
would otherwise had awaited her? Oh what a wife he
had, he chose such a stupid hen! How come he had
not been able to see this coming? No heart, no flesh
- money - nothing but money. Of course, she was a
good woman, more than one loafer could be envious
but she taught him how to hate work. It was true that
after he had strolled for several days and returned
home sick, she had nursed him. But he had never
heard any tender word from her. And yet - he
demanded nothing else and he would have given his
whole life for a caress. He sobbed. He was
convinced that he was the most dejected creature in
the world. A generous man, yet everything had failed
him. Shocked at what she saw, the child wrapped her
arms around his neck, and tried to comfort him:
" Father - I'm here - your little girl. I love you. "
" My little girl, beloved, sweet girl. Yes, you do.
You're so gentle, you find comforting words. You -.
You love me - you're hugging me. "
" Father - I love you dearly but please - let go of
me."
" Charlotte! "
His voice sounded strange. It was a threat and a
request at the same time. Lotte became fearful,
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And then:
" Did Rachel win the first prize in drawing? - she
deserves it, you know. "
"Listen to me little girl, it is not yet the time for the
award ceremony. It's only March. You had to fall
sick during high season. "
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Lise stood up, she leaned over the end of the bed.
She saw the little girl's emaciated face looking like a
wax mask, the beautiful hair cut short. There was a
slight wrinkle by the mouth- a strange expression of
fatigue. The eyes - rigid and hard - starred in front of
her. However, it seemed that they were looking
elsewhere. The child folded her little lean hands
across her chest. Gently, Lise spoke to her:
"He wanted..."
Lotte rose her arm, let it fall back down, then closed
her eyes. Her face was painfully distorted. She said
tonelessly:
"I can't."
chapter 04
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She got off at B., just like they told her. It was a
small railway station framed by wisteria. On the
platform, there was a young girl of twenty years
talking to a railway official. The girl was wearing
a brown skirt and a brown caraco jacket, her
jaundiced face was framed by the white hood
from her gilet and on top of the hood, she wore a
black bonnet with red and green ribbons. When
she saw Lotte, who was standing there
embarrassed, and ran toward her:
" My name is Henriette Pageol. "
Red roses on her hat and the hair falling onto her
forehead. Astonished, the child asked:
"Watch out!"
" She's been making fun of you, you poor boy. "
chapter 05
chapter 06
" Did you drag all that with you yesterday? Na,
I say - you're in pretty good shape!"
Bertie grunted:
"Let's wait and see. What does he want that old
man? At home, He was bored stiff like a dead rat
behind a suitcase, we offered him a family, a
shack and bags of entertainment, what else did he
want? I'm willing to listen to him, mother, but he
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chapter 07
Mrs Toriol was thirty years old. She was tall and
strong, with a flushed face. Originally from
Belgium, she had come to Paris to work as a
housemaid. Her life seemed eventful
although she did not give many details about it,
only that she had trained as a florist by chance and
married a watchmaker. Her husband was fifty
years old, he had grey hair and he was sickly.
However, he constantly argued with the servants.
Mrs Toriol often rolled back her sleeves, so that
everyone could admire her arms. She hated
Martha because the girl never missed to scrutinize
the watchmaker, when the man came to pick up
his wife. Martha kept saying to Mrs Toriol that
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chapter 08
Mr Dcoiffer screamed:
"Enough, enough, women, youre driving us mad
"
"I told him - that way you will get some peace -
and you'll have someone to talk to about our
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" Come on, girl, none's going to eat you alive. You
look like you're going to a funeral. "
" Lili is dead."
"Ah!" Martha said.
chapter 09
Charlotte blushed:
"No, thanks."
"No? But I'm hungry. Don't let me eat alone. "
He took her hand, and kissed it. His lips were soft.
Now Charlotte was holding a flat object between
her fingers; she guessed that it might be a calling-
card case or a wallet. He said:
"My address is inside. Keep it, and don't lose it.
Now, I may ask you to tell me where I can drive
you home."
past three months had gone. She lit her lamp and
opened the wallet. It was square, made of stained-
green Moroccan leather. It contained a business
card which read:
Charlotte hesitated:
"No, of course not."
it:
"Often enough."
"It's not what you do best. "
He said impatiently:
"A foolish thing to say, I mean, you're wrong: We
should only want what we want, and that's already
quite a difficult task. Currently, I'm pretty much
favoring the idea that you agreed I wanted dinner.
If you would like something else, you need to say
so. "
"I'm fine."
" If my sister were in Paris, I would have brought
you to our house; that would have been the easiest
option. But I don't mind using my own initiative."
She was a little numb and quiet, but she could not
help but wanting whatever he wanted because she
knew nothing and he knew so much. He protested
saying that his sister always accused him of
rushing things; he never knew what was best,
because the moment he agreed on something,
everything else seemed to him equally good. They
would study together, they needed to find out
what exactly, and this was not an easy choice,
because in order to study one thing properly, one
needed to study all the other subjects and the more
one studied, the more one realized that they knew
so little. Sonia would not fail to say that we should
not do everything at once. Charlotte therefore
suggested to leave aside a certain economics
projects she had tried to outline to him and did not
make sense to her.
chapter 10
" If not him, it's his grace, " replied Henri, "as if
it's the only one. "
"If it's not too much trouble, take this bow off. It
doesn't suit you: it clashes with your natural
expression. Either that or you need to do
something else with it. "
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Charlotte replied:
"She was not good. I ... I think ..." she looked
down because her eyes were full of tears and she
was thinking of him "... and beauty is perfection."
"Humbug ..."
This word ' us ' kept her awake for most of the
night; and because of that, the next morning, she
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chapter 11
chapter 12
Charlotte sobbed.
"Did he dump you?"
"Oh no, he didnt."
"You're a little miffed, and that's because he
didnt do anything to you. No need to feel bad
about it. I assure you that you look rolling, and I
understand how you feel. This story will end in
tears. When people are in love, it's not like they
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She said that she still had all the money he had
given her, but ... she had thought that her ankle
boots would have lasted longer ....
"Indeed I understand that youre punishing
yourself for not being my sister. "
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She blushed:
"Yes, I did ...my dress too."
"Youre two fairies. How do you find the time
doing these things?"
"But..."
"At night? Please don't do that again: I'll talk to
Sraphine. She can sew, she loves you very much
and she would be happy to help you."
She wanted to kiss him with all her heart, but her
lips only knew how to give him a shy kiss.
Now Mmaine demanded her turn.
" Like Faraud? "
" Like Faraud. "
Oh hush!
Smell the moss
At our feet so sweet,
Watch your steps.
Sun!
In the bushes
On our knees.
our arms outstretched,
with our bewildered hearts
We beg you,
This is not the time,
Remain with us,
a little bit
Let's sing.
Sun!
Let's Sing about the joy of your light
And the beauty of this divine day.
That all hope of this earth
Inside us, with the wind,
Henri helped her put her hat back on, while two
ladies, one old, one young, were watching them
with curiosity, probably because it was bad
manners to sleep in the arms of a young man in
front of everyone. Charlotte was still red,
troubled; and also shivering. The dream - was it
this hole, or the whole day, and the forest? His
friend did not avert his eyes from her, while
drinking a cup of tea. He said he was three
minutes before midnight, when they should arrive
at ten forty-one. This company's Pgase trains
were always more than an hour late when they
returned; but why complain as long as none was
killed in an accident? If Charlotte wished so,
Henri would bring the bouquet of meadow
flowers to Sraphine, on her behalf.
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chapter 13
chapter 14
"Give me a dowry?"
"You, my dear, in case, I hit you, so you could
leave our house."
"I don't want that."
"Tell that to Sonia. Why antagonize her? If the
'myself' inside me decided to hit you, it will hit
you. But I only want to kiss you, Charlotte, my
gentle, my beautiful, my darling brown bee. "
"Ric! "
"My darling, I gave you a kiss, you took it, youre
in debt - in a dependent situation where you can't
fend for yourself. "
"Yes, I love you."
"My Charlotte."
chapter 15
Sraphine called:
"My child, my child come on now!"
Life! What has life given her since she was born
into this world, without asking for it, same as the
Armandines children? Her family, her school,
the world what had they all ever done for her?
Nothing, less than nothing. Three months before,
she had been wondering about the meaning of her
existence and struggled to cope with her huge
distress. Now she had a fortune, a home, a family
and her misfortune was deeper, yet she was calm,
she no longer resented anybody, she no longer
wished never to have been born, because in her
life there was Henri. She thought, no human
creature had never suffered as much as she, and
yet never known such happiness. There was only
Henri and how much he loved her! Why could not
she be the way she would have liked to be?
seat:
"Why are you up so early, my little soul?"
"But its because youre leaving."
"I'm leaving, indeed, but not now, and only if
youre feeling better, it doesnt seem to be the
case"
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Sonia had sought answers without knowing where
her enquiries would lead and only to occupy the
mind of her poor child. Thanks to Armandines
kindness, she had met Martha, and Martha had
replied:
The End