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"To see realized that which you regard as a dream," said Fleur-de-Marie, in a voice so serious and convincing that La Louve, again overpowered, abandoned the hand of La Goualeuse, and remained struck with astonishment.
"Nothing, madame: and yet, since my infancy, she has always shown this feeling toward me. The Schoolmaster answered, 'I will not have the Goualeuse drowned; she shall not go to Bras-Rouge. La Chouette was as much surprised as I was, madame, to hear this man defend me thus. She became furious, and swore that she would take me to Bras-Rouge in spite of him.
Fleur-de-Marie knew that to endure courageously the grievous sacrifices of expiation is almost to obtain a kind of regeneration. "Ask their pardon for me, La Goualeuse," said Mont Saint Jean. "See how they drag in the dirt all that I had collected with so much trouble; what good can it do them?"
"The observations of the inspectress were well founded," thought Clemence. "The Goualeuse loves Rudolph; it was his name she pronounced in her sleep. Under what strange circumstances had the prince and this poor girl met? Why did Rudolph go disguised into the city?"
So, you will be obliged to come and see us," she said to La Louve. "Oh! lady, I will come, very sure," answered she, "since it is to say adieu to La Goualeuse; I should be very sad not to be able to see her once more." A few moments afterward Lady d'Harville and La Goualeuse were on the road to Paris.
La Goualeuse has got a place with some good people in the country. This is what you have done, is it not?" "Yes," said Fleur-de-Marie, blushing. "Only I have a reproach to make you." "To me?" "You should have advised me; one does not leave in this way, at least, without sending some word." "I I left Paris so quick," said Fleur-de-Marie, more and more confused, "that I could not." "Oh!
At the end of a few moments, Fleur-de-Marie shuddered slightly, wiped away a tear, and resumed her sewing. "You will not, then, take a little rest during the recreation, my angel?" said Mont Saint Jean to Goualeuse. "As I have given no money to buy the lavette, I must furnish my proportion in work," answered the girl.
"Rigolette!" cried Fleur-de-Marie, at once recognizing her. "La Goualeuse!" exclaimed the grisette in her turn. And the girls threw themselves into each other's arms. Nothing could be more enchanting than the contrast between these young creatures of sixteen, tenderly embracing, both so charming, and yet so different in expression and beauty.
"The same as I was; visiting a prisoner, doubtless. I had no time to ask more questions; the old woman who accompanied her had such a cross look, and was in such a hurry. So you know La Goualeuse also, M. Rudolph?" "Certainly." "Then, there is no more doubt that it is you of whom she spoke." "Of me?" "Yes.
La Louve snatched the bread from the hands of Mont Saint Jean, and began to vociferate, brandishing her knife. As she is very irascible, and very much feared, no one dared to take the part of poor Goualeuse." "What do you call her, madame?" "La Goualeuse. It is the name, or rather surname, under which she has been confined here. Almost all of them have similar borrowed names."
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