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Updated: May 12, 2025
To Celina it waved its arms greetingly. She stooped and spoke to it. The mother smiled. The Wanderer, looking from time to time at his wife, smoked and pondered by himself in the sunlight. This baby was the delight of the putains at all times. They used to take turns carrying it when on promenade. The Wanderer's wife, at such moments, regarded them with a gentle and jealous weariness.
This method never failed. It was not to be supposed that all the women of La Ferte were putains: there were a large number of respectable women, the wives of prisoners, who met their husbands at specified times on the floor below the men's quarters, whither man and woman were duly and separately conducted by plantons.
Women, to him at least, were of two kinds and two kinds only. There were les femmes honnetes and there were les putains. In La Ferte, he informed us and as balayeur he ought to have known whereof he spoke there were as many as three ladies of the former variety. One of them he talked with often. She told him her story.
"Tell me what it tells," he said briefly and without annoyance, when once I offered him the journal. And I took pleasure in trying to do so. About the pail an absorbed group of putains stood. Some even smiled a little. And the mother, holding the brownish, naked, crowing child tenderly, was swimming it quietly to and fro, to the delight of Celina in particular.
Poetry and alchymy were his delight, and priests and women were his abomination. A pleasant story is related of him and the ladies of the court of Charles IV. He had written the following libellous couplet upon the fair sex : "Toutes etes, serez, ou futes De fait ou de volonte, putains, Et qui, tres bien vous chercherait Toutes putains, vous trouverait."
There he adjusted the decorations on the chest of his blouse, donned the uniform, and sallied importantly forth to capture Paris. Everywhere he met with success. He was frantically pursued by women of all stations from les putains to les princesses. The police salaamed to him. His arm was wearied with the returning of innumerable salutes.
I think I spoke with number three on the day I waited to be examined by the Commission a Belgian girl, whom I shall mention later along with that incident. Whereat, by process of elimination, we arrive at les putains, whereof God may know how many there were at La Ferte, but I certainly do not. To les putains in general I have already made my deep and sincere bow.
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