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I feel as if they sat in long rows and just nodded to you." "Pray to the good God, my child," he returned gravely. "And if you learn to read and write you might send me a letter." Her eyes opened wide in amazement. "Oh, I could never learn enough for that!" she cried despairingly. "Yes, you can, you will. M. Loisel will arrange it for you.
They left the farm in the night and marched five leagues to Preuseville, where a M. Loisel sheltered them. The route was cleverly planned not to leave the vast forest of Eu, which provided shaded roads, and in case of alarm, almost impenetrable hiding-places.
The Loisel brothers came with their fiddles, and there was great merriment in a simple, delightful fashion, and several of the maids had honeyed words said to them that meant a good deal, and held out promises of the future.
Daudet, in his L’Immortel, shows us how some people are born lucky. His “Loisel of the Institute,” although an insignificant and commonplace man, succeeded all through life in keeping himself before the public, and getting talked about as a celebrity.
He went to police headquarters, to the newspapers to offer a reward, to the cab companies, everywhere, in short, where a trace of hope led him. She watched all day, in the same state of blank despair before this frightful disaster. Loisel returned in the evening with cheeks hollow and pale; he had found nothing.
"With your permission, messieurs," he said, "I will do a harder thing than I have ever done. I will speak to them all." Wondering, M. Loisel added his voice to the Notary's, and the word went round. Slowly they all made their way to a spot the Cure indicated. Charley stood on the embankment above the road, the notables of the parish round him. Rosalie had been taken to the Cure's house.
Amused and touched as the Seigneur had been at the Cure's words, he turned now and said: "Always on the weaker side, Cure; always hoping the best from the worst of us." "I am only following an example at my door you taught us all charity and justice," answered M. Loisel, looking meaningly at the Seigneur.
They were disposed to decline it, for since Monsieur was no Catholic, it was not his duty to help. At this moment of delicate anxiety M. Loisel entered. With a swift bright flush to his cheek he saw the difficulty, and at once accepted freely. "God bless you," he said, as he took the money, and Charley left. "It shall build the doorway of my church." Later in the day the Cure sent for Charley.
When Madame Loisel took back the necklace Madame Forestier said to her with a chilly manner: "You should have returned it sooner; I might have needed it." She did not open the case, as her friend had so much feared. If she had detected the substitution, what would she have thought, what would she have said? Would she not have taken Madame Loisel for a thief?
"You must write to your friend," said he, "that you have broken the clasp of her necklace and that you are having it mended. That will give us time to turn round." She wrote at his dictation. At the end of a week they had lost all hope. Loisel, who had aged five years, declared: "We must consider how to replace that ornament."
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