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May the knowledge curse your last moments!" And he rushed from the house, leaving Sarah in a fainting condition. Meanwhile, the Marquise d'Harville, a friend of Rudolph's, learned by chance of the presence of La Goualeuse in the house of the doctor who had rescued her from the Seine.
"La Goualeuse, come; I want to talk to you," said La Louve, in a sullen manner; and leaving the other prisoners, she led Fleur-de-Marie near to the basin which was in the center of the court. La Louve and her companion seated themselves, isolated from the rest of their companions.
But perceiving the great alteration in the looks of Rudolph, and remarking in his eyes the traces of recent tears, Clemence thought he had met with some misfortune more severe than the death of La Goualeuse; thus forgetting the object of her visit, she cried, "What is the matter with your highness?" "Are you ignorant, madame? Ah! all hope is lost.
Lady d'Harville turned toward La Lorraine, much surprised at hearing her pronounce these two names. "You know La Goualeuse and a young workwoman named Rigolette?" demanded Clemence of La Lorraine. "Yes, madame. La Goualeuse dear little angel did last year for me bless her! according to her poor means that which you do for poor Jeanne.
He was a powerful, fleshy fellow with a face mutilated and scarred in a most horribly repugnant fashion. The woman was old and her green eye, hooked nose, and countenance, at once reminded Rudolph of the horrible woman of whom Goualeuse had been the victim. Suddenly seizing his arm, Goualeuse whispered "Oh! The Owl! The one-eyed woman!"
The grisette, seeing the pensive air of Fleur-de-Marie, said: "There is no use of cracking your head on this account, my good Goualeuse, we shall soon find out if we know the same M. Rudolph; when you see yours, speak to him of me; when I see mine, I will speak to him of you. In this way we can satisfy ourselves at once." "And where do you live, Rigolette?" "Rue du Temple, No. 17."
"My daughter!" cried Sarah, interrupting Rudolph, and rising on her feet, immovable as a marble statue. "What does she say? good heavens!" cried Rudolph. "My child!" repeated Sarah, whose face became livid and frightful from despair; "they have killed my child!" "The Goualeuse your child!" repeated Rudolph, recoiling with horror.
Now you are according to your wishes, you must be happy, it does not surprise me. When I did not see you any more, I said to myself, 'Good little Goualeuse is not made for Paris; she is a real flower of the forest, as the song says, and these flowers cannot live in the capital; the air is not good enough for them.
"Whom do you mean by La Goualeuse?" "The young person whom we carried off from Bouqueval." "I tell you, we have nothing to do with her!" "But listen to me, then; and above all, reward me with good advice; you wish an orphan, as gentle as a lamb, beautiful as day, and not seventeen." "Without doubt."
"Tell me, La Goualeuse, is it true I would be called Madame Martial?" "It is a great deal better than to be called La Louve, is it not?" "Certainly; I prefer the name of any man to the name of a beast. But, bah! bah! wolf I am born, and wolf I shall die." "Who knows? Do not recoil from a hard but honest life that brings happiness. So, work would not alarm you?" "Oh, no."
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