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If Agnella had not been his mother and if Passerose had not loved her like a sister, poor Ourson would have died from neglect for he was so frightful no one would have dared to touch he would have been taken for a little cub and killed with pitchforks. But Agnella was his mother and her first movement was to embrace him lovingly and, bathed in tears, to exclaim:
Whilst Agnella, Ourson and Passerose embraced her and looked lovingly upon her whilst Ourson, on his knees, supplicated her to leave him his bear-skin to which he had been accustomed for twenty years Violette called out again in a loud voice: "Fairy Drolette! Fairy Drolette! come and accept the price of the life and health of my dear Ourson."
After having thanked Ourson for saving their lives at the peril of his own they complimented Passerose upon her forethought. "See," said Passerose, "the advantage of not losing one's senses. Whilst you two were only thinking of your Ourson, I made up this package of necessary things."
I will never consent to devote a being who loves me to that life of wretchedness which the vengeance of the fairy Furious has condemned me to endure; never, from a wish of mine, shall a heart capable of such a sacrifice suffer all that I have suffered and all that I still suffer from the fear and antipathy of men." Agnella argued in vain against this firm and noble resolve of Ourson.
The man looked up, recoiled a step when he saw Ourson and examined him with the greatest surprise. "Who are you and what do you want?" said he, in a rude voice. "Sir, I am the son of Agnella, mistress of the Woodland Farm." "Well! and what has brought you here?" "Our house is burned down, sir. I am seeking work in order to support my mother and sister.
"Dear mamma, here is a good and charming little girl whom I found sleeping in the forest. She is called Violette. She is very well bred and is not afraid of me. She even embraced me when she saw me weeping." "And why did you weep, my poor boy?" said Agnella. "Because the little girl was afraid of me," said Ourson, in a sad and trembling voice, "and hurt herself when trying to run away from me."
"Speak to me, little one," said Ourson; "I am not a bear, as you might suppose, but a poor and most unfortunate little boy, who inspires every one with terror and whom everybody avoids." The sweet child's eyes became calmer and softer, her fear seemed melting away and she looked undecided.
"She flew away smiling sweetly, leaving behind her a delicious perfume and an atmosphere so soft and heavenly that it diffused a peaceful calm in my heart. I suffered no more I expected you." Violette on her part comprehended better than Ourson why the next return of the fairy would be painful to him.
There she fell on her knees and said: "My mother, I know what our well-beloved Ourson has suffered to-day. During his absence the fairy Furious has told me all and the good fairy Drolette has confirmed her story. My mother, when our Ourson was, as we believed, lost to us for ever and lost for my sake you revealed to me that which in his nobility and goodness he wished to conceal.
"Mother," said Violette, "do you not smell something?" "The house is on fire," said Agnella. "Look what a light is round about us!" They sprang from their beds and ran to the parlor. The flames had already taken possession of it and of the neighboring chambers. "Ourson! Passerose!" cried Agnella. "Ourson! Ourson!" exclaimed Violette. Passerose sprang half clothed into the parlor.
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