The Prospector

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The Prospector Jean—Marie Gustave Le Clezio

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  Induetimeheranswercame。Hecarriedherletterouttoafavouritehauntofhisinasunnycooliewhereanoldcreek—bedwasmarkedbystragglingwillows,andthere,throwinghimselfdownupontheslopinggrass,hereadhermessage。

  \"Iknow,dear,howmuchthatlastsentenceofyourscostyou,andmyansweristhatwereyourdutylesstoyou,youwouldbelesstome。

  HowcouldIhonourandloveamanwho,forthesakeofagirlorforanysake,wouldturnbackfromhiswork?Besides,youhavetaughtmetoowelltoloveyourgloriousWest,andyoucannotdauntmenowbyanysuchsombrepictureasyoudrewformeinyourlastletter。Nosir。TheWestforme!Andyoushouldbeashamed——andthisIshallmakeyouproperlyrepent——ashamedtoforcemetotheunmaidenlycourseofinsistingupongoingouttoyou,’roundingyouupintoacorral’——thatisthecorrectphrase,isitnot?——andnoosing,no,ropingyouthere。\"

  Whenhelookedupfromtheletterthelandscapewasblurredforatime。Butsoonhewonderedatthenewsplendouroftheday,thesweetnessoftheair,themellowmusicofthemeadow—lark。Anewglorywasuponskyandearthandanewraptureinhisheart。

  \"Wonderful!\"heexclaimed。\"Dearlittlesoul!Shedoesn’tknow,andyet,evenifshedid,Ibelieveitwouldmakenodifference。\"

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