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<p>Madame Aubain finally slid into the ditch, after shoving first Virgin=
ia and then Paul into it, and though she stumbled several times she managed=
, by dint of courage, to climb the other side of it. The bull had driven Fe=
licite up against a fence; the foam from his muzzle flew in her face and in=
another minute he would have disembowelled her. She had just time to slip =
between two bars and the huge animal, thwarted, paused. For years, this occ=
urrence was a topic of conversation in Pont- l'Eveque. But Felicite took no=
credit to herself, and probably never knew that she had been heroic. Virgi=
nia occupied her thoughts solely, for the shock she had sustained gave her =
a nervous affection, and the physician, M. Poupart, prescribed the salt-wat=
er bathing at Trouville. In those days, Trouville was not greatly patronise=
d. Madame Aubain gathered information, consulted Bourais, and made preparat=
ions as if they were going on an extended trip. The baggage was sent the da=
y before on Liebard's cart. On the following morning, he brought around two=
horses, one of which had a woman's saddle with a velveteen back to it, whi=
le on the crupper of the other was a rolled shawl that was to be used for a=
seat. Madame Aubain mounted the second horse, behind Liebard. Felicite too=
k charge of the little girl, and Paul rode M. Lechaptois' donkey, which had=
been lent for the occasion on the condition that they should be careful of=
it. The road was so bad that it took two hours to cover the eight miles. T=
he two horses sank knee-deep into the mud and stumbled into ditches; someti=
mes they had to jump over them. In certain places, Liebard's mare stopped a=
bruptly. He waited patiently till she started again, and talked of the peop=
le whose estates bordered the road, adding his own moral reflections to the=
outline of their histories. Thus, when they were passing through Toucques,=
and came to some windows draped with nasturtiums, he shrugged his shoulder=
s and said: "There's a woman, Madame Lehoussais, who, instead of takin=
g a young man--" Felicite could not catch what followed; the horses be=
gan to trot, the donkey to gallop, and they turned into a lane; then a gate=
swung open, two farm- hands appeared and they all dismounted at the very t=
hreshold of the farm-house. Mother Liebard, when she caught sight of her mi=
stress, was lavish with joyful demonstrations. She got up a lunch which com=
prised a leg of mutton, tripe, sausages, a chicken fricassee, sweet cider, =
a fruit tart and some preserved prunes; then to all this the good woman add=
ed polite remarks about Madame, who appeared to be in better health, Mademo=
iselle, who had grown to be "superb," and Paul, who had become si=
ngularly sturdy; she spoke also of their deceased grandparents, whom the Li=
ebards had known, for they had been in the service of the family for severa=
l generations. Like its owners, the farm had an ancient appearance. The bea=
ms of the ceiling were mouldy, the walls black with smoke and the windows g=
rey with dust. The oak sideboard was filled with all sorts of utensils, pla=
tes, pitchers, tin bowls, wolf-traps. The children laughed when they saw a =
huge syringe. There was not a tree in the yard that did not have mushrooms =
growing around its foot, or a bunch of mistletoe hanging in its branches. S=
everal of the trees had been blown down, but they had started to grow in th=
e middle and all were laden with quantities of apples. The thatched roofs, =
which were of unequal thickness, looked like brown velvet and could resist =
the fiercest gales. But the wagon-shed was fast crumbling to ruins. Madame =
Aubain said that she would attend to it, and then gave orders to have the h=
orses saddled. It took another thirty minutes to reach Trouville. The littl=
e caravan dismounted in order to pass Les Ecores, a cliff that overhangs th=
e bay, and a few minutes later, at the end of the dock, they entered the ya=
rd of the Golden Lamb, an inn kept by Mother David. During the first few da=
ys, Virginia felt stronger, owing to the change of air and the action of th=
e sea-baths. She took them in her little chemise, as she had no bathing sui=
t, and afterwards her nurse dressed her in the cabin of a customs officer, =
which was used for that purpose by other bathers. In the afternoon, they wo=
uld take the donkey and go to the Roches- Noires, near Hennequeville. The p=
ath led at first through undulating grounds, and thence to a plateau, where=
pastures and tilled fields alternated. At the edge of the road, mingling w=
ith the brambles, grew holly bushes, and here and there stood large dead tr=
ees whose branches traced zigzags upon the blue sky. Ordinarily, they reste=
d in a field facing the ocean, with Deauville on their left, and Havre on t=
heir right. The sea glittered brightly in the sun and was as smooth as a mi=
rror, and so calm that they could scarcely distinguish its murmur; sparrows=
chirped joyfully and the immense canopy of heaven spread over it all. Mada=
me Aubain brought out her sewing, and Virginia amused herself by braiding r=
eeds; Felicite wove lavender blossoms, while Paul was bored and wished to g=
o home. Sometimes they crossed the Toucques in a boat, and started to hunt =
for sea-shells. The outgoing tide exposed star-fish and sea-urchins, and th=
e children tried to catch the flakes of foam which the wind blew away. The =
sleepy waves lapping the sand unfurled themselves along the shore that exte=
nded as far as the eye could see, but where land began, it was limited by t=
he downs which separated it from the "Swamp," a large meadow shap=
ed like a hippodrome. When they went home that way, Trouville, on the slope=
of a hill below, grew larger and larger as they advanced, and, with all it=
s houses of unequal height, seemed to spread out before them in a sort of g=
iddy confusion. When the heat was too oppressive, they remained in their ro=
oms. The dazzling sunlight cast bars of light between the shutters. Not a s=
ound in the village, not a soul on the sidewalk. This silence intensified t=
he tranquility of everything. In the distance, the hammers of some calkers =
pounded the hull of a ship, and the sultry breeze brought them an odour of =
tar. The principal diversion consisted in watching the return of the fishin=
g-smacks. As soon as they passed the beacons, they began to ply to windward=
The sails were lowered to one third of the masts, and with their fore-sai=
ls swelled up like balloons they glided over the waves and anchored in the =
middle of the harbour. Then they crept up alongside of the dock and the sai=
lors threw the quivering fish over the side of the boat; a line of carts wa=
s waiting for them, and women with white caps sprang forward to receive the=
baskets and embrace their men-folk. One day, one of them spoke to Felicite=
, who, after a little while, returned to the house gleefully. She had found=
one of her sisters, and presently Nastasie Barette, wife of Leroux, made h=
er appearance, holding an infant in her arms, another child by the hand, wh=
ile on her left was a little cabin-boy with his hands in his pockets and hi=
s cap on his ear. At the end of fifteen minutes, Madame Aubain bade her go.=
They always hung around the kitchen, or approached Felicite when she and t=
he children were out walking. The husband, however, did not show himself. F=
elicite developed a great fondness for them; she bought them a stove, some =
shirts and a blanket; it was evident that they exploited her. Her foolishne=
ss annoyed Madame Aubain, who, moreover did not like the nephew's familiari=
ty, for he called her son "thou"; --and, as Virginia began to cou=
gh and the season was over, she decided to return to Pont- l'Eveque. Monsie=
ur Bourais assisted her in the choice of a college. The one at Caen was con=
sidered the best. So Paul was sent away and bravely said good-bye to them a=
ll, for he was glad to go to live in a house where he would have boy compan=
ions. Madame Aubain resigned herself to the separation from her son because=
it was unavoidable. Virginia brooded less and less over it. Felicite regre=
tted the noise he made, but soon a new occupation diverted her mind; beginn=
ing from Christmas, she accompanied the little girl to her catechism lesson=
every day. CHAPTER III After she had made a curtsey at the threshold, she =
would walk up the aisle between the double lines of chairs, open Madame Aub=
ain's pew, sit down and look around. Girls and boys, the former on the righ=
t, the latter on the left-hand side of the church, filled the stalls of the=
choir; the priest stood beside the reading-desk; on one stained window of =
the side-aisle the Holy Ghost hovered over the Virgin; on another one, Mary=
knelt before the Child Jesus, and behind the alter, a wooden group represe=
nted Saint Michael felling the dragon. The priest first read a condensed le=
sson of sacred history. Felicite evoked Paradise, the Flood, the Tower of B=
abel, the blazing cities, the dying nations, the shattered idols; and out o=
f this she developed a great respect for the Almighty and a great fear of H=
is wrath. Then, when she had listened to the Passion, she wept. Why had the=
y crucified Him who loved little children, nourished the people, made the b=
lind see, and who, out of humility, had wished to be born among the poor, i=
n a stable? The sowings, the harvests, the wine-presses, all those familiar=
things which the Scriptures mention, formed a part of her life; the word o=
f God sanctified them; and she loved the lambs with increased tenderness fo=
r the sake of the Lamb, and the doves because of the Holy Ghost. She found =
it hard, however, to think of the latter as a person, for was it not a bird=
, a flame, and sometimes only a breath? Perhaps it is its light that at nig=
ht hovers over swamps, its breath that propels the clouds, its voice that r=
enders church-bells harmonious. And Felicite worshipped devoutly, while enj=
oying the coolness and the stillness of the church. As for the dogma, she c=
ould not understand it and did not even try. The priest discoursed, the chi=
ldren recited, and she went to sleep, only to awaken with a start when they=
were leaving the church and their wooden shoes clattered on the stone pave=
ment. In this way, she learned her catechism, her religious education havin=
g been neglected in her youth; and thenceforth she imitated all Virginia's =
religious practices, fasted when she did, and went to confession with her. =
At the Corpus-Christi Day they both decorated an altar. She worried in adva=
nce over Virginia's first communion. She fussed about the shoes, the rosary=
, the book and the gloves. With what nervousness she helped the mother dres=
s the child! During the entire ceremony, she felt anguished. Monsieur Boura=
is hid part of the choir from view, but directly in front of her, the flock=
of maidens, wearing white wreaths over their lowered veils, formed a snow-=
white field, and she recognised her darling by the slenderness of her neck =
and her devout attitude. The bell tinkled. All the heads bent and there was=
a silence. Then, at the peals of the organ the singers and the worshippers=
struck up the Agnes Dei; the boys' procession began; behind them came the =
girls. With clasped hands, they advanced step by step to the lighted altar,=
knelt at the first step, received one by one the Host, and returned to the=
ir seats in the same order. When Virginia's turn came, Felicite leaned forw=
ard to watch her, and through that imagination which springs from true affe=
ction, she at once became the child, whose face and dress became hers, whos=
e heart beat in her bosom, and when Virginia opened her mouth and closed he=
r lids, she did likewise and came very near fainting. The following day, sh=
e presented herself early at the church so as to receive communion from the=
cure. She took it with the proper feeling, but did not experience the same=
delight as on the previous day. Madame Aubain wished to make an accomplish=
ed girl of her daughter; and as Guyot could not teach English or music, she=
decided to send her to the Ursulines at Honfleur. The child made no object=
ion, but Felicite sighed and thought Madame was heartless. Then, she though=
t that perhaps her mistress was right, as these things were beyond her sphe=
re. Finally, one day, an old fiacre stopped in front of the door and a nun =
stepped out. Felicite put Virginia's luggage on top of the carriage, gave t=
he coachman some instructions, and smuggled six jars of jam, a dozen pears =
and a bunch of violets under the seat. At the last minute, Virginia had a f=
it of sobbing; she embraced her mother again and again, while the latter ki=
ssed her on the forehead, and said: "Now, be brave, be brave!" Th=
e step was pulled up and the fiacre rumbled off.</p>=20
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