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Updated: May 28, 2025
From this time forth, little was ever seen of the flax-crusher and his family. The manor had become, as it were, a tomb, from which issued no sign of life. The clerk's wife was the first to die. The emotion had been too much for this simple soul. She had never doubted the goodness of Providence, but the whole business had upset her, and she gradually grew weaker.
"He was like a patriarch of old, and you would laugh if I told you how the flax-crusher eked out his subsistence, and added to the scanty wage which he received for this work. It was supposed that as head of the village he had special gifts of healing, and that by the laying on of his hands, and in other ways, he could cure many complaints.
His eyes happened to fall upon the initials, and he was too surprised to understand the mysterious allusion of the two letters, being unable to follow the strange hallucinations of an unhappy lunatic. "While he was immersed in melancholy reflection, the flax-crusher entered the room, with his figure as upright as ever but pale as death.
She was not in the least violent but so dejected that when the medical men examined her they at once saw what was the true state of the case. "The case was soon disposed of in court. She would not reply a word to the examining judge. The flax-crusher came into court erect and self-possessed as usual, with a look of resignation on his face.
No one saw him at it, and thus appearances were saved; but the fact was generally known, and as it was the custom to give every one a nickname he was soon known all the country over as 'the flax-crusher. This sobriquet, as so often happens, gradually took the place of his proper name, and as 'the flax-crusher' he was soon generally known.
When the verdict of acquittal was recorded the flax-crusher put on his decorations again and left the court as quickly as possible, taking his daughter back with him to the village at nightfall. "The scandal was such a public one that the priest could not fail to learn the truth in respect to many matters which he had endeavoured to ignore.
She was of a pious disposition, though not endowed with sufficient intelligence to understand anything of the mysteries of our religion. The priest, very zealous in the performance of his duties, felt no little respect for the flax-crusher, and spent whatever leisure time he had at his house.
Yves had been implored to bring about her death within the year." "And who," I asked her, "was that mad woman who used to sit under the screen, and of whom Guyomar and myself were so afraid?" Reflecting a moment to remember whom I meant, she replied, "Why, she was the daughter of the flax-crusher." "Who was he?" "I have never told you that story.
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