The caddisflies had not yet hatched, and rested upon the surface of the water in their cocoons of silk. Red and blue dragonflies danced above the riverbanks. She brushed her hands against the tall grasses and listened to the wind rustling in the trees. Nina picked up pieces of bark, looking to see what insects lay beneath.

Sluggish stream that ran farther away, specimen bottles in hand. “If you let her choose, she’ll end up that man’s mistress,” she said. She had been told she should marry Gaétan, and she’d followed her marching orders, as all women did. Why should Antonina be granted happiness? Why should a single thought be spared for her feelings? Valérie’s feelings had not been consulted. Women had no grounds for happiness, bartered as they were like hunks of meat. “I wouldn’t want her to be unhappy.” Unhappy. I’d think she would have hinted at it, if she were inclined-” “‘Choose.’ What does a young girl know about choosing?” Valérie said. “Perhaps he loves her, but she has not told me she loves him. I am not certain she would want to marry Luc,” he said cautiously. Once she is married, she will come to her senses and forget that theater performer.” Gaétan was relieved at the thought, but only for a second. He has told me that he loves the dear girl. But I think you should be speaking with Luc Lémy.” “With Luc?” “He would be delighted to marry Antonina. “Something must be done,” Gaétan protested, looking confused. Do you think that wretch can be spoken with?” Valérie asked. Cloth, her arms bore the faint traces of the scratches from the roses.

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