oo long the having a dress given by her
betrothed, and paid for by the money he had earned at his fishing; it
seemed as if she were already his wife by this act.
They chose black, for Gaud had not yet left off mourning for her father;
but Yann did not find any of the stuffs they placed before them good
enough. He was not a little overbearing with the shopman; he, who
formerly never would have set his foot inside a shop, wanted to manage
everything himself, even to the very fashion of the dress. He wished it
adorned with broad beads of velvet, so that it would be very fine, in
his mind.
CHAPTER IV--FLOWER OF THE THORN
One evening as these lovers sat out on their stone bench in the solitude
over which the night fell, they suddenly perceived a hawthorn bush,
which grew solitarily between the rocks, by the side of the road,
covered with tiny flowered tufts.
"It looks as if 'twas in bloom," said Yann.
They drew near to inspect it. It was in full flower, indeed. As they
could not see very well in the twilight, they touched the tiny blooms,
wet with mist. Then the first impression of spring came to them at the
same time they noticed this; the days had already lengthened, the air
was warmer, and the night more luminous. But how forward this particular
bush was! They could not find another like it anywhere around, not one!
It had blossomed, you see, expressly for them, for the celebration of
their loving plight.
"Oh! let us gather some more," said Yann.
Groping in the dark, he cut a nosegay with the stout sailor's knife that
he always wore in his belt, and paring off all the thorns, he placed it
in Gaud's bosom.
"You look like a bride now," said he, stepping back to judge of the
effect, notwithstanding the deepening dusk.
At their feet the calm sea rose and fell over the shingle with an
intermittent swash, regular as the breathing of a sleeper; for it seemed
indifferent or ever favourable to the love-making going on hard by.
In expectation of these evenings the days appeared long to them, and
when they bade each other good-bye at ten o'clock, they felt a kind of
discouragement, because it was all so soon over.
They had to hurry with the official documents for fear of not being
ready in time, and of letting their happiness slip by until the autumn,
or even uncertainty.
Their evening courtship in that mournful spot, lulled by the continual
even wash of the sea, with that feverish impression of the fl
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