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Updated: July 19, 2025
This will be remembered in Saint Lazare." When Fleur-de-Marie had left the prison buildings under the conduct of the inspectress, the latter said to her, "Now, my child, go to the wardrobe, where you will leave your prison garments, and resume the peasant's costume, which, from its rustic simplicity, becomes you so well; adieu.
Such were the last words of Jacques Ferrand. It will be remembered that Fleur-de-Marie, saved by La Louve, had been conveyed to the country house of Dr. In Dr.
Listen again: this child, Fleur-de-Marie, once abandoned, crosses my path she inspires me with fears; I have had her killed!" "You? How? where?" "A few days since near Asnieres Bridge, by Ravageurs' Island. One named Martial drowned her in a boat. Are these details sufficient? do you believe me?" "Oh! demon from hell: you alarm, yet attract me. You inspire me. What is, then, your power?"
Fleur-de-Marie, carried away by her gratitude toward her benefactor, had overcome her fears: a slight carnation tinged her cheeks, and her beautiful blue eyes, which she raised toward heaven as if in prayer, shone with the softest luster. A silence of some seconds succeeded the enthusiastic words of Fleur-de-Marie; the emotions which affected the actors in this scene were profound.
"Be so kind as to explain yourself, my father," said Fleur-de-Marie, blushing. "Now I can do it; I could not sooner, not knowing how much you despaired of your fate. Listen, my beloved daughter! You believe yourself, or rather, you are, very unhappy.
The same evening on which the poor child disappeared, at the moment Madame George was about to inform me of the event, a man, whom she did not know, arrived express on horseback, came to her, as from me, to reassure her, saying I was informed of the sudden departure of Fleur-de-Marie, and that some day I would bring her back to the farm.
Before we acquaint the reader with the continuation of the drama which passed on the boats, we will go back a little. A few moments after Fleur-de-Marie had left Saint Lazare with Mrs. Seraphin, La Louve had also quitted the prison.
After this, my daughter, judge if your modesty ought not to be assured." These words of the abbess were the more precious to Fleur-de-Marie, inasmuch as she believed the past ineffaceable. Unfortunately, this scene had deeply distressed her, and, though she affected calmness and firmness, it seemed to me that her countenance changed in an alarming manner.
There seemed to be in the act a sad presentiment. If there was foundation for it, it has been but half realized. The profession terminated, our child was brought back into the hall of the chapter, where the nomination of the new abbess was to take place. Thanks to my privilege as sovereign, I went into this hall to await the return of Fleur-de-Marie. She soon entered.
Oh! hold, take my hook, put it alongside of you it is pointed like a lance it may be of use now, push ahead!" said the bandit, placing in the boat a long boathook, one end of which terminated with a sharp spike of iron. In a few moments the two boats touched the shore, where Mrs. Seraphin and Fleur-de-Marie had been waiting impatiently. While Nicholas was tying his boat to a post, Mrs.
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