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Updated: June 5, 2025
But, goodness! what was that little disagreeableness to a man who spends his nights in the tree-tops, where the sparrows can hardly hold themselves, watching the soldiers going to and fro in search of him below? Farrabesche was one of the half-dozen chauffeurs whom the officers of justice could never lay hands on.
"Have you made no attempt to find his mother?" asked Veronique, making a sign to Farrabesche to follow her a little distance. "Madame may not be aware that I am not allowed to go beyond the district in which I reside." "Have you never received any news of her?"
Seeing the tears in his father's eyes, the boy wept too, without knowing why. "Rise, Farrabesche," said Madame Graslin, "you do not know how natural it is that I should do for you what I have promised. You planted those fine trees, did you not?" she went on, pointing to the groups of Northern pine, firs, and larches at the foot of the dry and rocky hill directly opposite. "Yes, madame."
"My son and I cut that ditch you see down there marked by the tall grasses," said Farrabesche; "it joins the one which bounds your forest. On this side the estate is bounded by a desert, for the nearest village is three miles distant." Veronique turned rapidly to the dismal plain, followed by her guide.
If she had had any fears this would have put an end to them. "Then you are a keeper?" she said. "No, madame; in order to be a keeper we must take a certain oath; and to take an oath we must have civic rights." "Who are you, then?" "I am Farrabesche," he said, with deep humility, lowering his eyes to the ground.
"And inasmuch as you have been the first instrument employed on the work, you shall share in it; you shall find me faithful, industrious workmen; lack of money can always be made up by devotion and good work." Benjamin and Maurice came up as Veronique ended these words; she mounted her horse and signed to Farrabesche to mount the other.
"All that I have heard of you and all that I now see," said Madame Graslin at last, "make me feel an interest in your welfare which will not, I hope, be a barren one." "I recognize Monsieur Bonnet's kindness in what you say," cried Farrabesche, in a tone of feeling. "You are mistaken; the rector has not yet spoken of you to me; chance or God has done it." "Yes, madame, God!
Farrabesche and his boy, who were sitting on a wooden bench outside the door, rose and uncovered their heads, standing in a respectful attitude, but without the least appearance of servility.
Catherine used to bring me food during the night; if she did not find me I always found the bread and wine in a hole covered with a rock." This recollection of his wandering and criminal life, which might have injured Farrabesche with some persons, met with the most indulgent pity from Madame Graslin. She rode hastily on toward the Gabou, followed by her guide.
Farrabesche took the convulsive trembling and other signs of emotion he saw in Madame Graslin for the powerful interest of compassionate curiosity in himself. Just then Madame Sauviat appeared, coming down a path as if she meant to join them; but Veronique drew out her handkerchief and made a negative sign; saying, with an asperity she had never before shown to the old woman:
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