BOOK SIXTH.
CHAPTER 3. HISTORY OF A LEAVENED CAKE OF MAIZE.
(continued)
"Can she have killed herself?" said Gervaise, venturing to
pass her head through the air-hole. "Sister! Sister Gudule!"
"Sister Gudule!" repeated Oudarde.
"Ah! good heavens! she no longer moves!" resumed Gervaise;
"is she dead? Gudule! Gudule!"
Mahiette, choked to such a point that she could not speak,
made an effort. "Wait," said she. Then bending towards
the window, "Paquette!" she said, "Paquette le Chantefleurie!"
A child who innocently blows upon the badly ignited fuse
of a bomb, and makes it explode in his face, is no more
terrified than was Mahiette at the effect of that name,
abruptly launched into the cell of Sister Gudule.
The recluse trembled all over, rose erect on her bare feet,
and leaped at the window with eyes so glaring that Mahiette
and Oudarde, and the other woman and the child recoiled even
to the parapet of the quay.
Meanwhile, the sinister face of the recluse appeared pressed
to the grating of the air-hole. "Oh! oh!" she cried, with
an appalling laugh; "'tis the Egyptian who is calling me!"
At that moment, a scene which was passing at the pillory
caught her wild eye. Her brow contracted with horror, she
stretched her two skeleton arms from her cell, and shrieked in
a voice which resembled a death-rattle, "So 'tis thou once
more, daughter of Egypt! 'Tis thou who callest me, stealer
of children! Well! Be thou accursed! accursed! accursed!
accursed!"
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