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Updated: June 11, 2025
The torches were flung with a laugh on the dry thatched roofs; brands snatched from the house fires on the hearths were tossed among the dwelling-houses and the barns. The straw and timber flared alight like tow. An old man, her nearest neighbour, rushed to the cottage of Reine Allix and seized her by the arm. "They fire the Berceau," he screamed. "Quick! quick! or you will be burned alive!"
One man indeed did cry aloud, "Shall we stay here in our houses to be smoked out like bees from their hives? Let us fly!" But the calm, firm voice of Reine Allix rebuked him: "Let who will, run like a hare from the hounds. For me and mine, we abide by our homestead." And they were ashamed to be outdone by a woman, and a woman of ninety years old, and no man spoke any more of flight.
Doctor Allix says it will last for another four or five days. My nephew Leopold came to dine with us. He brought us some pickled oysters. February 1. Little Jeanne is better. She smiled at me. February 2. The Paris elections have been postponed to February 8. Horsemeat continues to disagree with me. Pains in the stomach. Yesterday I said to Mme.
Reine Allix, indeed, the oldest woman among them all, numbering more than ninety years, remembered when she was a child hearing her father and his neighbours talk in low, awe-stricken tones one bitter wintry night of how a king had been slain to save the people; and she remembered likewise remembered it well, because it had been her betrothal night and the sixteenth birthday of her life how a horseman had flashed through the startled street like a comet, and had called aloud, in a voice of fire, "Gloire! gloire! gloire!
Reine Allix looked up with a smile. "Be quiet! Do you not see! He sleeps." The old man shook her, implored her, strove to drag her away; in desperation pointed to the roof above, which was already in flames. Reine Allix looked. At that sight her mind cleared, and regained consciousness; she remembered all, she understood all; she knew that he was dead.
Emile Allix brought us a leg of antelope from the Jardin des Plantes. It is excellent. To-night the sortie is to be made. November 29. All night long I heard the cannon. The fowls were installed in my garden to-day. The sortie is being delayed. The bridge thrown across the Marne by Ducros has been carried away, the Prussians having blown open the locks. November 30.
They jeered and flouted and upbraided him, those patriots who screamed against the fallen Empire in the wine-shop; but he looked them straight in the eyes, and held his peace, and did his daily work. "If he is called, he will not be found wanting," said Reine Allix, who knew him better than did even the young wife whom he loved. Bernadou clung to his home with a dogged devotion.
Another spring and summer came, and the boy was more than a year old, with curls of gold, and cheeks like apples, and a mouth that always smiled. He could talk a little, and tumbled like a young rabbit among the flowering grasses. Reine Allix watched him, and her eyes filled. "God is too good," she thought.
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