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"Nor I," said Passerose; "I will go and seek him." She entered his chamber and found him seated upon his bed, his head resting upon his arm. "Come, Ourson, come quick; we are waiting dinner for you." "I cannot come," said Ourson, in a weak voice; "I have a strange heaviness in my head." Passerose flew to inform Agnella and Violette of his illness and they were by his side in an instant.
Passerose had the care of this superb hair and Agnella never ceased to admire it. Violette had learned many things during those seven years. Agnella had taught her how to do housework. In other things, Ourson had been her teacher. He had taught her to read, write and keep accounts and he often read aloud to her while she was sewing.
The crackling of the burning wood, the flashing of the flames, increased in violence. Suddenly, a frightful noise made Violette and Agnella utter a cry of despair. The roof, covered with flames, had fallen in and Ourson was buried under the ruins crushed by the ruins, consumed by the fire. The silence of death succeeded this dreadful catastrophe.
"Dear mamma, here is a good and charming little girl whom I found sleeping in the forest. She is called Violette. She is very well bred and is not afraid of me. She even embraced me when she saw me weeping." "And why did you weep, my poor boy?" said Agnella. "Because the little girl was afraid of me," said Ourson, in a sad and trembling voice, "and hurt herself when trying to run away from me."
Agnella and Passerose also installed themselves near their dear invalid but alas! soon poor Ourson did not recognise them. He was delirious! He called his mother and Violette every moment and continued to call them most importunately and to complain of their absence, even while they were holding him in their arms. Agnella and Violette never left him day nor night during all his sickness.
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