BOOK ELEVENTH.
CHAPTER 1. THE LITTLE SHOE.
(continued)
She addressed to her a thousand other extravagant remarks,
whose accent constituted their sole beauty, disarranged the
poor girl's garments even to the point of making her blush,
smoothed her silky hair with her hand, kissed her foot, her
knee, her brow, her eyes, was in raptures over everything.
The young girl let her have her way, repeating at intervals
and very low and with infinite tenderness, "My mother!"
"Do you see, my little girl," resumed the recluse,
interspersing her words with kisses, "I shall love you
dearly? We will go away from here. We are going to be very
happy. I have inherited something in Reims, in our country.
You know Reims? Ah! no, you do not know it; you were too
small! If you only knew how pretty you were at the age of
four months! Tiny feet that people came even from Epernay,
which is seven leagues away, to see! We shall have a field, a
house. I will put you to sleep in my bed. My God! my
God! who would believe this? I have my daughter!"
"Oh, my mother!" said the young girl, at length finding
strength to speak in her emotion, "the gypsy woman told me
so. There was a good gypsy of our band who died last year,
and who always cared for me like a nurse. It was she who
placed this little bag about my neck. She always said to me:
'Little one, guard this jewel well! 'Tis a treasure. It will
cause thee to find thy mother once again. Thou wearest thy
mother about thy neck.'--The gypsy predicted it!"
The sacked nun again pressed her daughter in her arms.
"Come, let me kiss you! You say that prettily. When we
are in the country, we will place these little shoes on an
infant Jesus in the church. We certainly owe that to the
good, holy Virgin. What a pretty voice you have! When
you spoke to me just now, it was music! Ah! my Lord God!
I have found my child again! But is this story credible?
Nothing will kill one--or I should have died of joy."
And then she began to clap her hands again and to laugh
and to cry out: "We are going to be so happy!"
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