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Updated: June 17, 2025
She turned pale as a ghost, and her eyes took the colour that her cheeks lost. When he stepped back he looked close at the husband. 'What is your name? he said. 'Garoche, M'sieu' le Baron, was the reply. 'Garoche, Garoche, he said, eyeing him up and down.
'Your room, Garoche, shall be shown you at once, the Baron added softly, 'the lady's at her pleasure. "Then a cry burst from Garoche, and he sprang forward, but the Baron waved him back. 'Stand off, he said, 'and let the lady choose between us. 'She is my wife, said Garoche. 'I am your Seigneur, said the other.
Your tongue has been gross before the mistress of this Manor; I will have it torn out if it so much as syllables her name to me or to the world again. She is dead to you. Go, and go for ever! "He put a bag of money on the table, but Garoche turned away from it, and without a word left the room, and the house, and the parish, and said nothing to any man of the evil that had come to him.
Your tongue has been gross before the mistress of this Manor; I will have it torn out if it so much as syllables her name to me or to the world again. She is dead to you. Go, and go for ever! "He put a bag of money on the table, but Garoche turned away from it, and without a word left the room, and the house, and the parish, and said nothing to any man of the evil that had come to him.
The man was like some mad buck harried by the hounds, and he gnashed his teeth behind his shut lips. The Baron eyed him curiously, yet kindly, too, as well he might, for when was ever man to hear such a speech as came to Garoche the morning after his marriage? 'Garoche, the Baron said, having waved his men away, 'as you see, the lady made her choice and for ever.
And all the time there was Falise with the Baron very quiet and sweet and fine to see, and going to Chapel every day, and to Mass on Sundays which no one could understand, any more than they could see why she should be called the Baroness of Beaugard; for had they all not seen her married to Garoche? And there were many people who thought her vile. Yet truly, at heart, she was not so not at all.
No, my churl, you know that's impossible. You may shoot me from behind a tree or a rock, but swording with you come, come, a pretty gossip for the Court! Then, why wish a fight? Where would you be, as you stood before me you! The Baron stretched himself up, and smiled down at Garoche. 'You have your life, man; take it and go to the farthest corner of New France, and show not your face here again.
'War is war, he went on, 'and Bigot was your master, Garoche; but the man pays for his master's sins this way or that.
"This was in the afternoon. Of course, whether they wished or not, Garoche and Falise could not refuse, and the people were glad enough, for they would have a free hand at meat and wine, the Baron being liberal of table. And it was as they guessed, for though the time was so short, the people at Beaugard soon had the tables heavy with food and drink.
Then Garoche said: 'I command you, come with me; you are my wife. She did not reply, but shook her head at him. Then he spoke out high and fierce: 'May no child be born to you. May a curse fall on you. May your fields be barren, and your horses and cattle die. May you never see nor hear good things.
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