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THE POET AND THE PEASANT
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case. At length, one night, her pulse far below normal, he took Uncle Savard and Baptiste aside and whispered: "You see, it is the heart that is hurt, but not the physical heart. This is one of those mysterious cases we cant always cure. I cannot understand at all. There must be some lover. She is dying of secret sorrow. ' ' " No ; there is no man, ' ' said Uncle Savard, quite positively.
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The doctor shrugged his shoulders and left. A little later, Baptiste, kneeling at Toinette's bedside, felt her hand steal toward him. She caught at his palm, thrust the amber necklace into it, whispering, in a voice that broke from weakness: "Keep it — for him. Tell him I waited — as long as I could. He will come again — soon — out of the sunset.' '
Her hand fell limp and empty on the coverlet. Baptiste took the neck
is a famed view for you — the sleeping valley; the sunset from the hilltop. It will warm your blood; give you a thrill ! Besides, I know a girl there.' '
"Only one?" asked a long-haired young fellow with a sketch-box and a pipe.
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"Then we will go the other way. There is a village just ahead, and a tavern," answered the artist. "A poet is always happier alone. Go