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Updated: June 19, 2025
When La Teuse had locked the door behind him, after first awakening Abbe Mouret, his voice could still be heard, as he went his way through the black night, singing the last verse of the psalm, Et ipse redimet Israel ex omnibus iniquitatibus ejus, with extraordinary jubilation. That night Abbe Mouret slept very heavily.
Again the server rang the bell three times. The great mystery of the Redemption had once more been repeated, once more had the adorable Blood flowed forth. 'Just you wait a bit, growled La Teuse, as she tried to scare away the sparrows with outstretched fist. But the sparrows were now fearless. They had come back even while the bell was ringing, and, unabashed, were fluttering about the benches.
Will you go? He motioned her away from him with his hands, and his face was calm again as he said: 'I desire nothing. I wish to know nothing. There is high mass to-morrow. You must see that the altar is made ready. Then, as he walked away, he added, smiling: 'Don't be uneasy, my good Teuse. I am stronger than you imagine. I shall be able to cure myself without any one's assistance.
'Men are softer-hearted than women, murmured Babet. 'He spoke very well, all the same, remarked La Rousse. 'Those priests think of a lot of things that wouldn't occur to anybody else. 'Hush! cried La Teuse, who was already making ready to extinguish the candles. But Abbe Mouret still stammered on, trying to utter a few more sentences.
'If you were to do that, La Teuse, retorted the Brother ragefully, 'I would strangle you, that I would. But she laughed at him. 'Don't talk any of your nonsense to me, my man! Don't you know that it is forbidden you to lay your hands upon a woman, just as it's forbidden for a donkey to have anything to do with the Pater Noster? Just you try to strangle me and you'll see what I'll do!
When he came down from his bedroom, he stepped along with an air of serenity and victory. La Teuse was astonished, and went to find Desiree, that he might kiss her; and both of them clapped their hands, and said that they had not seen him looking so well for the last six months. But it was in the church, at high mass, that the priest felt that he had really recovered divine grace.
And that was La Teuse yonder, on the parsonage doorstep, looking fatter than ever in her blue calico dress. She was turning her head to smile at Desiree, who was coming up from the yard, laughing noisily. Then they both vanished indoors, and Serge, distracted with all these revived memories, stretched out his arms.
Those heathens will only come to God's house when they think He is well-to-do. Now, Monsieur le Cure, we must do as much for the Blessed Virgin's altar. 'Waste of money! growled Brother Archangias. But La Teuse flew into a tantrum; and, as Abbe Mouret remained silent, she led them both before the altar of the Virgin, pushing them and dragging them by their cassocks.
When he had dried his hands on the finger-cloth, La Teuse who stood there waiting emptied the cruet-salver into a zinc pail at the corner of the altar. 'Orate, fratres, resumed the priest aloud as he faced the empty benches, extending and reclasping his hands in a gesture of appeal to all men of good-will.
La Teuse, who had knelt down to get a better view of the Abbe's brush as it glided along his rule, started with alarm. 'Ah! it's Brother Archangias, she said, turning round. 'You came in by the sacristy then? You gave me quite a turn. Your voice seemed to sound from under the floor. Abbe Mouret had resumed his work, after greeting the Brother with a slight nod.
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