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Juana

Creator: Balzac, Honoré de, 1799-1850
Translator: Wormeley, Katharine Prescott, 1830-1908
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"Juana, my Juana, hush!" cried the mother, clasping her in her arms. Then she whispered in the girl's ear. "You _must_ have another husband." Juana turned pale. She freed herself from her mother and sat down once more in her arm-chair. "Who are you, monsieur?" repeated the Marana, addressing Diard. "Madame, I am at present only the quartermaster of the 6th of the line. But for such a wife I have the heart to make myself a marshal of France. My name is Pierre-Francois Diard. My father was provost of merchants. I am not--" "But, at least, you are an honest man, are you not?" cried the Marana, interrupting him. "If you please the Signorina Juana di Mancini, you can marry her and be happy together.--Juana," she continued in a grave tone, "in becoming the wife of a brave and worthy man remember that you will also be a mother. I have sworn that you shall kiss your children without a blush upon your face" (her voice faltered slightly). "I have sworn that you shall live a virtuous life; expect, therefore, many troubles. But, whatever happens, continue pure, and be faithful to your husband. Sacrifice all things to him, for he will be the father of your children--the father of your children! If you take
The Tale of Dickie Deer Mouse

CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I A Little Gentleman 9 II Hunting a Home 14 III A Startled Sleeper 19 IV The Blackbird's Nest 25 V Dickie's Summer Home 30 VI A Warning 34 VII Noisy Visitors 39 VIII In the Cornfield 44 IX Fatty Coon Needs Help 49 X A Bit of Advice 53 XI A Search in Vain 58 XII A Little Surprise 65 XIII The Feathers Fly 70 XIV Making Ready for Winter 75 XV A Plunge In The Dark 80 XVI A Lucky Find 85 XVII A Slight Mistake 89
a lover, I, your mother, will stand between you and him. Do you see that dagger? It is in your 'dot,'" she continued, throwing the weapon on Juana's bed. "I leave it there as the guarantee of your honor so long as my eyes are open and my arm free. Farewell," she said, restraining her tears. "God grant that we may never meet again." At that idea, her tears began to flow. "Poor child!" she added, "you have been happier than you knew in this dull home.--Do not allow her to regret it," she said, turning to Diard. The foregoing rapid narrative is not the principal subject of this Study, for the understanding of which it was necessary to explain how it happened that the quartermaster Diard married Juana di Mancini, that Montefiore and Diard were intimately known to each other, and to show plainly what blood and what passions were in Madame Diard. CHAPTER III THE HISTORY OF MADAME DIARD By the time that the quartermaster had fulfilled all the long and dilatory formalities without which no French soldier can be married,