The Crushed Flower and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 324 pages of information about The Crushed Flower and Other Stories.

The Crushed Flower and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 324 pages of information about The Crushed Flower and Other Stories.

“Don’t!” says Haggart.

“Very well,” replies Mariet obediently.  “He commands and I must obey—­he is my husband.  Let little Noni sleep.  But I am not sleeping, I am here.  Why, then, didn’t you ask me:  ’Mariet, how was it possible that your husband, Haggart, should kill Philipp’?”

Silence.  Desfoso, who has returned and who is agitated, decides: 

“Let her speak.  She is his wife.”

“You will not believe, Desfoso,” says Mariet, turning to the old fisherman with a tender and mournful smile.  “Desfoso, you will not believe what strange and peculiar creatures we women are!”

Turning to all the people with the same smile, she continues: 

“You will not believe what queer desires, what cunning, malicious little thoughts we women have.  It was I who persuaded my husband to kill Philipp.  Yes, yes—­he did not want to do it, but I urged him; I cried so much and threatened him, so he consented.  Men always give in—­isn’t that true, Desfoso?”

Haggart looks at his wife in a state of great perplexity, his eyebrows brought close to each other.  Mariet continues, without looking at him, still smiling as before: 

“You will ask me, why I wanted Philipp’s death?  Yes, yes, you will ask this question, I know it.  He never did me any harm, that poor Philipp, isn’t that true?  Then I will tell you:  He was my betrothed.  I don’t know whether you will be able to understand me.  You, old Desfoso—­you would not kill the girl you kissed one day?  Of course not.  But we women are such strange creatures—­you can’t even imagine what strange, suspicious, peculiar creatures we are.  Philipp was my betrothed, and he kissed me—­”

She wipes her mouth and continues, laughing: 

“Here I am wiping my mouth even now.  You have all seen how I wiped my mouth.  I am wiping away Philipp’s kisses.  You are laughing.  But ask your wife, Desfoso—­does she want the life of the man who kissed her before you?  Ask all women who love—­even the old women!  We never grow old in love.  We are born so, we women.”

Haggart almost believes her.  Advancing a step forward, he asks: 

“You urged me?  Perhaps it is true, Mariet—­I don’t remember.”

Mariet laughs.

“Do you hear?  He has forgotten.  Go on, Gart.  You may say that it was your own idea?  That’s the way you men are—­you forget everything.  Will you say perhaps that I—­”

“Mariet!” Haggart interrupts her threateningly.

Mariet, turning pale, looking sorrowfully at his terrible eyes which are now steadfastly fixed upon her, continues, still smiling: 

“Go on, Gart!  Will you say perhaps that I—­Will you say perhaps that I dissuaded you?  That would be funny—­”

Haggart—­No, I will not say that.  You lie, Mariet!  Even I, Haggart—­ just think of it, people—­even I believed her, so cleverly does this woman lie.

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