"The Contesse was still looking at him.
"Come M le Curé, tell me about it; tell me how you made up your mind to renounce all that makes the rest of us love life, all that comforts and consoles us. What decided you not to follow the normal path of marriage and family life? You are neither a mystic nor a fanatic, neither a kil-joy nor a pessimist. Was it something that happened, a great sorrow, that made you take life vows?"
The Abbé Mauduit got up and went to the fire, holding out the heavy shoes of a country priest to the flames. He still seemed to hesitate about answering.
He was a tall, white haired old man, who had been the parish priest of Saint-Antoine-du-Rocher and the neighbourhood for twenty years. The peasantes always said of him: "He´s a real good sort"
He was a good man, kindly, good-tempered, accesible and, above all, generous. He would have divided his cloack like Saint Martin. He was ready to laugh and equally ready to cry, like a woman, which lowered his reputation a little in the eyes of the dour peasants.
The old Contesse de Saville, who had retired to her castle at Rocher to bring up her grandchildren after the deaths in close sucession of her son and daughter in law, was very fond of her curé and used to say of him: "He´s got a good heart".
He came every Thursday and spent the evening at the castle, and he and the Contesse had become close friends with the genuine, open-hearted friendship possible only to the old."
Miss Harriet and other stories - Guy de Maupassant
"Come M le Curé, tell me about it; tell me how you made up your mind to renounce all that makes the rest of us love life, all that comforts and consoles us. What decided you not to follow the normal path of marriage and family life? You are neither a mystic nor a fanatic, neither a kil-joy nor a pessimist. Was it something that happened, a great sorrow, that made you take life vows?"
The Abbé Mauduit got up and went to the fire, holding out the heavy shoes of a country priest to the flames. He still seemed to hesitate about answering.
He was a tall, white haired old man, who had been the parish priest of Saint-Antoine-du-Rocher and the neighbourhood for twenty years. The peasantes always said of him: "He´s a real good sort"
He was a good man, kindly, good-tempered, accesible and, above all, generous. He would have divided his cloack like Saint Martin. He was ready to laugh and equally ready to cry, like a woman, which lowered his reputation a little in the eyes of the dour peasants.
The old Contesse de Saville, who had retired to her castle at Rocher to bring up her grandchildren after the deaths in close sucession of her son and daughter in law, was very fond of her curé and used to say of him: "He´s got a good heart".
He came every Thursday and spent the evening at the castle, and he and the Contesse had become close friends with the genuine, open-hearted friendship possible only to the old."
Miss Harriet and other stories - Guy de Maupassant
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