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After half an hour's walk, he said to her: "Violette, you are no longer afraid of poor Ourson, are you?" "Oh! no, no, no!" exclaimed she. "Ourson is good Violette will not leave him." "You are willing, then, that I shall embrace you? you are no longer afraid of me?" Violette, without further reply, threw herself in his arms. Ourson embraced her tenderly and pressed her to his heart.
"Off with you!" cried the superintendent. Ourson was stupefied by his misfortunes and was immovable. "Ha! you will not go," vociferated the man. "Wait a few moments, you hairy beast. I will give you something to run for. Halloa, men! bring out the dogs, and set them upon this animal. Hurry! see him scampering off!"
He withdrew slowly, followed by the coarse laugh and shouts of the farm hands. When out of sight he no longer restrained his tears, but in all this shame and despair the thought that Violette could take upon herself his ugly covering did not enter his thoughts. Ourson walked on till he came in sight of a castle where he saw a crowd of men coming, going and laboring at every kind of work.
"Violette," repeated the little soft voice of the lark, "do you love Ourson?" "Do I love him? Ah! love him I love him more than any one else more than I love myself." "Would you purchase his life at the price of your happiness?" "Yes, gladly would I purchase life for him by the sacrifice of my happiness and of my own life." "Listen, then, Violette. I am the fairy Drolette.
Brave Ourson, whom no dangers could intimidate, no privation, no suffering could master, now wept like a child. His sweet sister, so well beloved! his only friend, his consolation, his happiness was lying there motionless, lifeless! Ourson's strength and courage had deserted him and he sank down without consciousness by the side of his beloved Violette.
Ourson shall perish and you cannot accomplish the sacrifice which in your folly you meditate. In a few days, yes, perhaps in a few hours I shall take a signal vengeance upon you both. Good-bye do you hear? till we meet again!
On removing the last half-burned planks, Violette perceived an aperture, which she quickly enlarged. It was the orifice of a well. Her heart beat violently a vague hope inspired it. "Ourson!" cried she, with a faint voice. "Violette! dear Violette! I am here; I am saved!"
Her hair, glittering like tissue of gold, was ornamented by a crown of carbuncles more brilliant than the sun; each of her slippers was carved from a single ruby and her beautiful face, soft, yet gay, breathed contentment. She fixed upon Violette a most affectionate regard. "You wish it, then, my daughter?" said she. "Madam," cried Ourson, falling at her feet, "deign to listen to me.
Ourson had also been awakened by the flames and smoke. He slept out of the farm-house, and near the stable. His first impulse was to run to the front of the house but notwithstanding his extraordinary strength he could not open it. One would have thought that the door would break to pieces under his efforts. It was evidently held fast by the fairy Furious.
You will name him Ourson until the day when he can assume a name worthy of his birth and beauty. He must then be called the prince Marvellous." Saying these words, the fairy flew lightly through the air and disappeared from sight. The fairy Furious withdrew, filled with rage, walking slowly and turning every instant to gaze at Agnella with a menacing air.
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