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"You sha'n't have it!" answered La Louve, brutally; "must one always give up to you because you are the weakest? You take advantage of this." "Where would be the merit of giving it to me if I were the strongest?" answered La Goualeuse, with a smile full of grace. "No, no, you wish to twist me about again with your little soft voice; you sha'n't have it." "Come, now, La Louve, don't be naughty."
"And who will take care of your child while you work?" answered La Goualeuse; "would it not be better, if that is possible, as I hope it is, to place it in the country with some good people, who would make it a good farmer's girl or a plowboy? You can come from time to time to see it, and some day, perhaps, you would find the means to remain altogether in the country it costs so little to live."
"And the name of this mysterious protector, do you know it?" "Oh, yes, madame, thank heaven!" said Goualeuse, with warmth; "for I can bless and adore without ceasing this name. My deliverer is known as Rudolph, madame." Clemence blushed deeply. "And has he no other name?" asked she, quickly, of Fleur-de-Marie. "I do not know, madame.
Pale, inanimate, her eyes half open and without expression, her beautiful flaxen hair falling flat over her forehead, her blue lips, her small hands, already stiff and icy one would have thought her dead. "La Goualeuse!" repeated La Louve, "what chance! I who came to tell my Martial the good and evil she had done me with her words and promises; the resolution that I had taken. Poor little thing!
I related to her the misfortunes of Louise and Germain, both so good, so virtuous, and so persecuted by that villain Jacques Ferrand, taking care not to tell what you forbid, that you interested yourself in them; then La Goualeuse told me that if a generous person whom she knew was informed of the unhappy and undeserved fate of my poor prisoners, he would certainly come to their assistance.
La Goualeuse was right; it makes one so proud to say, 'My husband! Martial you shall see your Louve keeping house, at work! you shall see." "But this place do you believe?" "Poor little Goualeuse, if she is deceived it is others' faults; for she appeared to believe what she told me.
We have been too good to her, and now she wants to put on airs with us. If we choose to torment Mont Saint Jean, what has she got to say about it? Since it is so, you shall be worse beaten than before, do you hear, Mont Saint Jean?" "Hold, here is one to begin with," said one of them, giving her a blow. "And if you meddle with what don't concern you, La Goualeuse, we'll treat you in the same way."
"On the part of others no, madame; your goodness proves that indulgence is never wanting to the penitent." "You will, then, be the only one without pity toward yourself?" "Others may be ignorant, may pardon and forget what I have been. I, madame, never can forget." "And sometimes you wish to die?" "Sometimes!" said La Goualeuse, smiling bitterly, "yes, madame, sometimes."
Tell me some more, La Goualeuse." "They will be very much pleased with your husband. You will receive from his master some presents; a nice garden. But marry! you will have to work, La Louve, from morning to night." "Oh, if that was all, once along with Martial, work wouldn't make me afraid. I have strong arms." "And you would have enough to occupy them, I answer for it. There is so much to do.
This will be easy! it is so sweet to follow the noble counsels of Rudolph, it is rather to love than to obey him! Oh! I feel it I know it. I experience a sweet delight in acting through him; for I love him. Oh, yes, I love him! yet he will be for ever ignorant of this eternal passion of my life." While Madame d'Harville awaits the Goualeuse, we will return to the prison-yard.
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