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Updated: May 20, 2025
"In the first place, since a dream I had at the farm of Bouqueval, which brought before my eyes all our crimes, which almost made me mad, which will make me mad for in the solitude and profound state of isolation in which I live, all my thoughts, in spite of myself, tend toward this dream a strange change has taken place within me. Yes, I have thought with horror of my past wickedness.
"Whom do you mean by La Goualeuse?" "The young person whom we carried off from Bouqueval." "I tell you, we have nothing to do with her!" "But listen to me, then; and above all, reward me with good advice; you wish an orphan, as gentle as a lamb, beautiful as day, and not seventeen." "Without doubt."
In this tavern there were several subterranean chambers; one of them, La Chouette said, could answer for my prison. The man on horseback accepted this proposition. Then he promised me that, after remaining two months with Bras-Rouge, I should be so provided for that I would not regret the farm at Bouqueval." "What a strange mystery!"
Goualeuse preferred this seat near the fountain, because the moss which grew around the border of the reservoir recalled to her mind the verdure of the fields, and even the limpid water with which it was filled made her think of the little river of Bouqueval village. To the sad gaze of a prisoner, a tuft of grass is a meadow, a flower is a garden.
The former he had rescued from her wretchedness and provided with a home on a farm at Bouqueval, whence she had been abducted by Chouette and comrades of hers, by orders of Jacques Ferrand, who wanted her put out of the way. Snatched from death, the exhausted girl now lay, but a little this side of life's confines, in the house of Dr.
Fleur-de-Marie, the Songstress, wore the blue dress and black cap of the prisoners; but even in this common costume she was charming. Yet since she was carried off from the farm of Bouqueval, her features were much altered; her natural paleness, slightly tinted with rose, was now as dead as the whitest alabaster; her expression had also changed; it had now assumed a kind of dignified sadness.
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