BOOK SIXTH.
CHAPTER 3. HISTORY OF A LEAVENED CAKE OF MAIZE.
 (continued)
"Some said that she had been seen to quit Reims at nightfall
 by the Fléchembault gate; others, at daybreak, by the old
 Basée gate.  A poor man found her gold cross hanging on the
 stone cross in the field where the fair is held.  It was that
 ornament which had wrought her ruin, in '61.  It was a gift
 from the handsome Vicomte de Cormontreuil, her first lover.
 Paquette had never been willing to part with it, wretched as
 she had been.  She had clung to it as to life itself.  So, when
 we saw that cross abandoned, we all thought that she was
 dead.  Nevertheless, there were people of the Cabaret les
 Vantes, who said that they had seen her pass along the road
 to Paris, walking on the pebbles with her bare feet.  But,
 in that case, she must have gone out through the Porte de
 Vesle, and all this does not agree.  Or, to speak more truly,
 I believe that she actually did depart by the Porte de Vesle,
 but departed from this world." 
"I do not understand you," said Gervaise. 
"La Vesle," replied Mahiette, with a melancholy smile, "is
 the river." 
"Poor Chantefleurie!" said Oudarde, with a shiver,--"drowned!" 
"Drowned!" resumed Mahiette, "who could have told
 good Father Guybertant, when he passed under the bridge of
 Tingueux with the current, singing in his barge, that one day
 his dear little Paquette would also pass beneath that bridge,
 but without song or boat. 
"And the little shoe?" asked Gervaise. 
"Disappeared with the mother," replied Mahiette. 
"Poor little shoe!" said Oudarde. 
Oudarde, a big and tender woman, would have been well
 pleased to sigh in company with Mahiette.  But Gervaise,
 more curious, had not finished her questions. 
"And the monster?" she said suddenly, to Mahiette. 
"What monster?" inquired the latter. 
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