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Updated: April 30, 2025
As soon as she saw him, she cried out, "Your boat, Ferot quick, quick." "Ah! is it you? Good-day, good-day. You have not been here for a long time." "Yes, but your boat quick to the island." "Ah, well! fate will have it so; my good girl, it is impossible to-day." "How?" "My boy has taken my boat to go with the others to a rowing match at Saint Ouen.
As Martial did not come to take La Louve in his boat to the island, she applied to the old fisherman named Ferot, who lived near the bridge. At four o'clock in the afternoon, a cab stopped at the entrance of a little street of Asnieres village. La Louve gave five francs to the coachman. Jumped to the ground, and ran hastily to the abode of Ferot.
There is not a single boat left on the whole shore from this to the docks." "Zounds!" cried La Louve, stamping and clinching her fists; "it happens so expressly for me!" "It's true, on my word. I am very sorry I cannot convey you to the island, for, without doubt, he must be worse." "Worse! Who?" "Martial." "Martial?" cried La Louve, seizing Ferot by the collar; "is Martial sick?"
"Nothing has been heard in his chamber since this morning," said the widow, in a thoughtful manner, and she shuddered; "nothing." "That proves, mother, that you did well to say to Ferot, the fisherman of Asnieres, that Martial was sick in bed, and like to die. In this way, when all is over, no one will be astonished."
Three days ago Well," said Ferot, interrupting himself, "where are you going to where the devil is she running to now?" Believing the life of Martial menaced by the inhabitants of the island, La Louve, overcome with alarm, and transported with rage, listened no longer to the fisherman, but ran along the Seine. Some topographical details are indispensable to understand the following scene.
On going this morning to Asnieres, mother met Ferot, the fisherman; as he expressed his surprise at not having seen his friend Martial for two days, she told him that Martial did not leave his bed, he was so ill, and his life was despaired of. He swallowed all that just like honey; he will tell it to others and when the affair happens it will seem all natural."
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