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Updated: June 20, 2025
When the foundling had reached nineteen, three things had happened: Dan had been away three years, and the town had given him up forever; Bertha's mother was no more; and Bertha rather found it her duty to submit to be married to the most odious of his sex, Jodoque by name, a man who was detested by no one more heartily than by Bertha herself.
The "little one," not dissatisfied at that term, flounced round, and then gave a little scream, for all the neighbors, with the burgomaster at their head, were approaching the little house. When they arrived, and the change of husbands was announced, not a neighbor but framed a little mental history, and, indeed, Jodoque cut rather a ridiculous figure.
Jodoque seized the idea, as though it were the white rabbit, this was the French officer who had escaped yesterday, endeavoring to hide himself in Bertha's house.
But when the tobacco-pouch was empty, and the pipe was cold, the sailor fell asleep in his chair; and though he had done a good act the preceding day, he did not sleep well, but sighed heavily as he slumbered on. And now it was that Jodoque, the Discomfited, again came upon the stage.
He had fallen asleep, and slept soundly, when thrift prompted him to remember that one piece of cloth, several balls of wool, and one white rabbit, his property, were at that moment at the deceiver Bertha's. Why should he, the deceived, make the married pair happy, with one piece of cloth, several balls of wool, and a white rabbit? And Jodoque woke up to the terrible truth in a cold sweat.
And it must be set down, sad as it is, that, seeing Jodoque coming up the road to claim her, accompanied by a sailorly-looking personage, she went in and shut the door with a deal of vigor. The sailorly-looking personage was young, broad-chested, handsome, and had not been in that part of Prussia for some six years.
"Yes, but this honest man here is as good as your husband." "No!" "No?" said the other three; and Jodoque, but for presence of mind, might have overthrown the big jug of beer. "No, for, truly, I'm not going to marry Jodoque." "Not going to marry me?" "Not going to marry him?
Jodoque believed in the burgomaster as a grand man, and though nobody knew better than Jodoque that he was not very clever, he rather tried in manner to imitate the important mayor.
She was thinking how she should get the prisoner away, what would be said of her, if found out, how decidedly odious Jodoque was, how handsome the Frenchman was, and how she thought he was better-looking even than Daniel, the sailor who had been away three years. So Herr Jodoque came up to the door of the little cottage, bringing with him a basket.
The young sailor, keeping his eyes away from Bertha, who set to work drawing a huge mug of beer, in which piece of hospitality Jodoque hoveringly helped her, and addressing himself to Doome, said, "Do you know, I was nearly snapped up by a shark some months ago?"
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