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The Confession - Guy de Maupassant

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The Confession - Guy de Maupassant

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Daily Short Stories - Mystery & SuspenseThe Confession - Guy de Maupassant. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.

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bore two lighted candles, the priest being momentarily expected to give extreme function and the communion, which should be the last. The apartment had that sinister aspect, that air of hopeless farewells, which belongs to the chambers of the dying. The innocent bottles stood about on the furniture. Lennon lay in the corners, pushed aside by foot or broom. The disordered chairs themselves seemed affrited, as if they had run in all the senses of the word. Death the formidable was there, hidden, waiting. The story of the two sisters was very touching. It was quoted far and wide. It had made many eyes to weep. Suzanne, the elder, had once been madly in love with a young man, who had also been in love with her. They were engaged, and were only waiting the day fixed for the contract, when Henry, to Lampier, suddenly died. The despair of the young girl was dreadful, and she vowed that she would never marry.

She kept her word. She put on widow's weeds, which she never took off. Then her sister, her little sister Margarit, who was only twelve years old, came one morning to throw herself into the arms of the elder and said, Big sister, I do not want thee to be unhappy. I do not want thee to cry all their life. I will never leave thee, never, never. I, I too shall never marry. I shall stay with thee always, always, always. Suzanne touched by the devotion of the child, Kister, but did not believe. Yet the little one also kept her word, and despite the intrudies of her parents, despite the supplications of the elder, she never married. She was pretty, very pretty. She refused many a young man who seemed to love her truly, and she never left her sister more. They lived together all the days of their life, without ever being separated a single time. They went side by side, inseparably united, but Margarit seemed always sad, oppressed,

more melancholy than the elder, as though perhaps her sublime sacrifice had broken her spirit. She aged more quickly, had white hair from the age of thirty, and often suffering seemed afflicted by some secret, gnawing trouble. Now she was to be the first to die. Since yesterday she was no longer able to speak. She had only said, at the first glimmers of day dawn, Gaufech-Michel-La-Curret, the moment has come. And she had remained since then upon her back, shaken with spasms. Her lips agitated as though dreadful words were mounting from her heart, without power of issue. Her look mad with fear, terrible to see. Her sister torn by sorrow, wept wildly. Her forehead resting on the edge of the bed, and kept repeating, Magal, my poor Marga, my little one. She had always called her little one, just as the younger had always called her, big sister.

Dress were heard on the stairs. The door opened. A choir boy appeared, followed by an old priest in a surplus. As soon as she perceived him, the dying woman, with one shudder, sat up, opened her lips, stammered two or three words, and began to scratch the sheets with her nails, as if she had wished to make a hole. The Abe Simon approached, took her hand, kissed her brow, and with a soft voice. Her pardon thee, my child, have courage. The moment is now come, speak. Then Marga shivering from head to foot, shaking her whole couch with nervous moments, stammered, sit down, big sister, listen. The priest bent down towards Susanne, who was still flung upon the bed's foot. He raised her, placed her in an armchair, and taking a hand of each of the sisters in one of his own, he pronounced. Lord, my God, endure them with strength, cast thy mercy upon them.

And Marga began to speak. The words issued from her throat, one by one, rocus, with sharp pauses as though very feeble. Pardon, pardon, big sister, oh forgive. If thou knewest how I have had fear of this moment all my life. Susanne stammered through her tears. Give thee what little one? Thou hast given all to me, sacrificed everything. Thou art an angel, but Marga reed interrupted her. Hush, hush, let me speak. Do not stop me. It is dreadful. Let me tell all, to the very end, without flinching. Listen, thou remembered Henry. Susanne trembled and looked at her sister, the younger continued. Thou must hear all to understand. I was twelve years old, only twelve years old. Thou remembered well, is it not so? And I was spoiled. I did everything that I liked. Thou remembered surely how they spoiled me.

Listen, the first time that he came, he had varnished boots. He got down from his horse at the great steps, and he begged pardon for his costume, but he came to bring some news to Papa. Thou remembered, is it not so? Don't speak, listen. When I saw him, I was completely carried away. I found him so very beautiful, and I remained standing in a corner of the salon, all the time that he was talking. Children are strange and terrible. Oh, yes, I have dreamed of all that. He came back again several times. I looked at him with all my eyes, with all my soul. I was large of my age, and very much more knowing than anyone thought. He came back often. I thought only of him. I said very low. Henry, Henry de Lumpierre. Then they said that he was going to marry thee. It was a sorrow, oh big sister, a sorrow, a sorrow.

I cried for three nights without sleeping. He came back every day, and the afternoon, after his lunch, Thou remembered, is it not so? Say nothing. Listen, Thou made us him cakes which he liked with meal, with butter and milk. Oh, I know well how. I could make them yet, if it were needed. He ate them at one mouthful, and then he drank a glass of wine, and then he said, it is delicious. Thou remembers how he would say that? I was jealous, jealous. The moment of thy marriage approached. There were only two weeks more. I became crazy. I said to myself, he shall not marry Suzanne. No, I will not have it. It is I whom he will marry when I am grown up. I shall never find anyone whom I love so much. But one night, ten days before the contract, Thou took a store walk with him in front of the chateau by moonlight, and there, under the fur, under the great fur, he kissed thee,

kissed, holding thee, and his two arms so long. Thou rememberst, is it not so? It was probably the first time, yes. Thou was so pale when Thou earnest back to the salon. I had seen you, too. I was there in the shrubbery. I was angry. If I could, I should have killed you both. I said to myself, he shall not marry Suzanne. Never. He shall marry no one. I should be too unhappy. And all of a sudden I began to hate him dreadfully. Then, does Thou know what I did? Listen. I had seen the gardener making little balls to kill strange dogs. He pounded up a bottle with a stone, and put the powdered glass in a little ball of meat. I took a little medicine bottle that Mama had. I broke it small with a hammer, and I hid the glass in my pocket. It was a shining powder. The next day, as soon as you had made the little cakes, I split them with a knife, and

I put in the glass. He ate three of them. I, too, I ate one. I threw the other six into the pond. The two swans died three days after. Does Thou remember? Oh, say nothing. Listen. Listen. I alone did not die. But I have always been sick. Listen. He died. Thou knowst well. Listen. That is nothing. It is afterwards later. Always the worst. Listen. My life, all my life, what torture? I said to myself, I will never leave my sister, and at the hour of death I will tell her all there. And ever since I have always thought of that moment when I should tell the all, now it is come. It is terrible. Oh, big sister. I have always thought, morning and evening, by night and by day, sometime I must tell her that. I waited. What agony?

It is done. Say nothing. Now I'm afraid. I'm afraid. Oh, I am afraid. If I am going to see him again soon when I am dead, see him again. Think of it. The first. Before Thou. I shall not dare. I must. I am going to die. I want you to forgive me. I want it. I cannot go off to meet him without that. Oh, tell her to forgive me, Monsieur Le Corer. Tell her. I implore you to do it. I cannot die without that. She was silent and remained panting, always scratching the sheet with her withered nails. Suzanne had hidden her face in her hands and did not move. She was thinking of him, whom she might have loved so long. What a good life they should have had together. She saw him once again in that vanished by gone time, and that old past which was put out forever. The beloved dead, how they tear your hearts. Oh, that kiss, his only kiss.

She had hidden it in her soul, and after it nothing, nothing more her whole life long. All of a sudden the priest stood straight and with a strong vibrant voice he cried. Mademoiselle Suzanne, your sister is dying. Suzanne, opening her hands, showed her face soaked with tears, and throwing herself upon her sister, she kissed her with all her might stammering. I forgive thee. I forgive thee little one. McDonald's is putting value back on the menu. Whether you're craving a big mac, McNuggets are sausage, egg, and cheese, McGrittle's, make it a meal, and save. Your favorite is now your wallet's favorite, too. My most beloved sister, Valiumeus are back. Sun rises, prices fall, get a sausage McMuffin with egg or sausage egg and cheese McGrittle's small hot coffee and hash frowns for just six dollars. Price and participation may vary, promotion pricing may be lower than meal pricing. It's fall in Jeep country, and during the drive into fall sales event, get a great

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