BOOK SEVENTH.
CHAPTER 1. THE DANGER OF CONFIDING ONE'S SECRET TO A GOAT.
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At this reply uttered carelessly by the captain, like a stray
stone, whose fall one does not even watch, Colombe began to
laugh, as well as Diane, Amelotte, and Fleur-de-Lys, into
whose eyes at the same time a tear started.
The gypsy, who had dropped her eyes on the floor at the
words of Colombe de Gaillefontaine, raised them beaming with
joy and pride and fixed them once more on Phoebus. She was
very beautiful at that moment.
The old dame, who was watching this scene, felt offended,
without understanding why.
"Holy Virgin!" she suddenly exclaimed, "what is it moving
about my legs? Ah! the villanous beast!"
It was the goat, who had just arrived, in search of his
mistress, and who, in dashing towards the latter, had begun
by entangling his horns in the pile of stuffs which the noble
dame's garments heaped up on her feet when she was seated.
This created a diversion. The gypsy disentangled his
horns without uttering a word.
"Oh! here's the little goat with golden hoofs!" exclaimed
Bérangère, dancing with joy.
The gypsy crouched down on her knees and leaned her
cheek against the fondling head of the goat. One would have
said that she was asking pardon for having quitted it thus.
Meanwhile, Diane had bent down to Colombe's ear.
"Ah! good heavens! why did not I think of that sooner?
'Tis the gypsy with the goat. They say she is a sorceress,
and that her goat executes very miraculous tricks."
"Well!" said Colombe, "the goat must now amuse us in
its turn, and perform a miracle for us."
Diane and Colombe eagerly addressed the gypsy.
"Little one, make your goat perform a miracle."
"I do not know what you mean," replied the dancer.
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