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She put the money into her mother's hand, for she did not know how to spend it. It was her mother who decided what to do. "We must go at once to Maraucourt," she said. "But are you strong enough?" Perrine asked doubtfully. "I must be. We have waited too long in the hope that I should get better. And while we wait our money is going. What poor Palikare has brought us will go also.
When they entered the hall he bade her good night, and guided by Bastien, he went to his own room. One year had passed since Perrine had arrived at Maraucourt on that radiant Sunday morning. What a miserable lonely little girl she had been then. The day was just as radiant now, but what a change in Perrine, and, be it said, in the whole village also. She was now a lovely girl of fifteen.
She was indeed a giant, but her manner seemed very womanly and dignified. At times her manner was almost timid and did not accord at all with her appearance. Naturally she could not refuse anything the all-powerful master of Maraucourt asked, but even if she had had any reasons to refuse M. Vulfran's request the little girl with the beautiful eyes and hair pleased her very much.
All the same, he's a very fine man." Through the great trees which framed the road on either side, Perrine could see beyond the hill the tops of some high chimneys and buildings. "We're coming to Maraucourt," said Rosalie; "you'll see Monsieur Paindavoine's mansion soon, then the factories. We shan't see the village until we get down the other side of the hill.
"If we were only sure of a welcome, but they may turn us away. If they do, all we can do then is to lie down by the roadside and die, but no matter what it costs, we must get to Maraucourt, and we must present ourselves as well as we can so that they will not shut their doors upon us...." "Would that be possible, mama?... The memory of papa ... he was so good.
"That's a good thing; let her just trot." There was a great surprise in the streets of Maraucourt when the villagers saw the head of the firm seated beside a little girl wearing a hat of black straw and a black dress, who was gravely driving old Coco at a straight trot instead of the zigzag course that William forced the old animal to take in spite of herself. What was happening?
If it wasn't for them I should not have to work in the factories; I should stay at home and help in the store, but grandmother can't do as she wants always. So you're all alone?" "Yes, all alone." "Was it your own idea to leave Paris and come to Maraucourt?" "I was told that I might find work at Maraucourt, so instead of going further on to some relations, I stopped here.
"Without this little girl's help," he said, "we should have stood here waiting with our arms folded." Monsieur Fabry then looked at her, but he said nothing, and she on her side did not dare ask him what she had to do now, whether she was to stay at Saint-Pipoy or return to Maraucourt.
He could stay at the Guillot Field and she could send for him after they arrived at Maraucourt. Dear Palikare! How contented he would be to have a beautiful stable to live in and go out every day in the green fields. But alas! Grain-of-Salt would not give one sou over fifteen francs for the wagon. "Only fifteen francs!" she murmured. "Yes, and I am only doing that to oblige you.
They are all alike in Maraucourt and the other villages. You have stood in one of these dreadful rooms; all the others are like it. Think of your women and children, your factory hands, who are breathing that poisoned air. They are slowly dying. They are almost all weak and sick." M. Vulfran was silent. He did not speak again, neither did Perrine.
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