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As Martial did not come to take La Louve in his boat to the island, she applied to the old fisherman named Ferot, who lived near the bridge. At four o'clock in the afternoon, a cab stopped at the entrance of a little street of Asnieres village. La Louve gave five francs to the coachman. Jumped to the ground, and ran hastily to the abode of Ferot.
So saying, she saw a large ladder placed behind one of the blinds of the lower rooms; in drawing this blind violently toward her, La Louve caused the key to fall which the widow had concealed on the window bench. "If it unlocks," said La Louve, trying the key in the lock, "I can go up to his chamber. It opens," cried she, with joy; "my friend is saved!"
Half an hour afterward, Fleur-de-Marie, who had not yet recovered her senses, was taken to the physician's house, placed in a warm bed, and maternally watched by the gardener's wife, assisted by La Louve. The doctor promised Saint Remy, who was more and more interested in La Goualeuse, to return the same evening to visit her.
And they struck on a rock somewhere, and, at great expense, the husband had to fit out an expedition to fetch him back. And Peire Vidal fell all over the Lady's bed while the husband, who was a most ferocious warrior, remonstrated some more about the courtesy that is due to great poets. But I suppose La Louve was the more ferocious of the two. Anyhow, that is all that came of it.
For instance, last night, before she went to bed, she went on her knees and said her prayers; as she prays, so La Louve says, she must have a right to pray!" "What a strange observation!" "These poor creatures have no sentiment of religion, yet they never utter here a sacrilegious or impious word.
"You always suppose, then, that it was not an accident, La Louve?" "An accident? Yes, the Martials call them accidents. When I say the Martials, it is without counting my man for he is not of that family, no more than Francois and Amandine shall be." "But what interest could any one have in my death! I have never harmed any one no one knows me."
But your hands; let me kiss them. You suffer the monsters! And I was not here!" "Oh! my brave Louve," cried Martial, with enthusiasm; "brave among all brave creatures." "Did you not write here 'death to dastards'?" And La Louve showed her arm, where these words were written in indelible characters. "Intrepid! But you feel the cold, you tremble." "It is not the cold." "Never mind.
"How pleasant the sun is!" said she to La Louve, stopping at the foot of a hedge of green trees exposed to the south, and which surrounded a stone bench. "Will you sit down here a moment, La Louve?" "Is there any need of asking me if I will?" answered the wife of Martial, shrugging her shoulders.
The count and doctor had not been able to follow La Louve quick enough to prevent what she accomplished. They arrived opposite to the island at the moment that the two fearful screams were heard, and stopped, as much alarmed as La Louve. Seeing her struggle intrepidly against the current, they cried, "The poor thing will be drowned!"
Fleur-de-Marie was not alarmed at these furious cries; she let the storm rage, but as soon as she could be heard, casting a calm and melancholy glance around her, she replied to La Louve, who vociferated anew, "Dare to repeat that we are cowards!" "You? no, no; it is this poor woman whose clothes you have torn, whom you have beaten, dragged in the mire, who is a coward!
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