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The engineer then saw plainly the shelf or barricade of rock mentioned by Farrabesche; which forms, as it were, the lowest foundation of the hills.
I could not speak to you of the life that awaits him there; a thousand times better die. Yes, to die upon the scaffold is happiness in comparison." "I dared not think it," murmured Madame Graslin. She had turned as white as wax. To hide her face she laid her forehead on the balustrade, and kept it there several minutes. Farrabesche did not know whether he ought to go or remain.
Now this Farrabesche of ours, though he's a brave fellow, took it into his head he wouldn't go to the wars; in fact, the army wasn't a healthy place for one of his family. So when the conscription caught him in 1811 he ran away, a refractory, that's what they called them. And then it was he went and joined a party of chauffeurs, or maybe he was forced to; at any rate he chauffed!
The father and mother Farrabesche are dead, but Catherine's three sisters are married, one in Aubusson, another in Limoges, and a third in Saint-Leonard." "Do you think Farrabesche knows where Catherine Curieux is?" asked Madame Graslin. "If he did know he'd break his parole. Oh! he'd go to her.
It would be dangerous, he said, to return by the hills, or by the tangled paths they had followed in the morning, where, even with his knowledge of the country, they were likely to be lost in the dusk. Once on the plain Veronique rode slowly. "Who is this Farrabesche whom you employ?" she asked her forester. "Has madame met him?" cried Colorat. "Yes, but he ran away from me."
Monsieur Bonnet took her back to the terrace, saying: "Well, madame, what were you talking about with Farrabesche?" In order not to speak falsely, Veronique evaded a reply; she questioned Monsieur Bonnet. "That man was your first victory here, was he not?" she said. "Yes," he answered; "his conversion would, I thought, give me all Montegnac and I was not mistaken."
"Ah, madame," said Farrabesche, "the rector, who thinks all the time about the welfare of Montegnac, has guessed the reason, but he can't find any proof of it. Since your arrival, he has made me trace the path of the water from point to point through each ravine and valley.
On returning from this walk the rector was joyful as a child; he foresaw, with the naivete of a poet, the prosperity of his dear village for a poet is a man, is he not? who realizes hopes before they ripen. Monsieur Bonnet garnered his hay as he stood overlooking that barren plain from Madame Graslin's upper terrace. The next day Farrabesche and his son came to the chateau with game.
This year, Gerard had prepared, in collusion with Grossetete, a surprise for Madame Graslin's birthday. He had built a little hermitage on the largest of the islands, rustic on the outside and elegantly arranged within. The old banker took part in the conspiracy, in which Farrabesche, Fresquin, Clousier's nephew, and nearly all the well-to-do people in Montegnac co-operated.
Farrabesche, Catherine, and Benjamin now came up to thank their benefactress, but she made them a sign to go away and leave her alone with the rector. "See how that grieves them," she said to him as they sadly walked away. The rector, whose heart was tender, recalled them by a sign. "You shall be completely happy," she then said, giving to Farrabesche a paper which she was holding in her hand.
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