knows that the finger of God is upon her. Look at her tatters and rags — the badge of those who lose their virtue. Who is she? her daughter!’ and so on to the end.
“And just fancy, this infamy pleased them, all of them, nearly. Only the children had altered — for then they were all on my side and had learned to love Marie.
“This is how it was: I had wished to do something for Marie; I longed to give her some money, but I never had a farthing while I was there. But I had a little diamond pin, and this I sold to a travelling pedlar; he gave me eight francs for it — it was worth at least forty.
“I long sought to meet Marie alone; and at last I did meet her, on the hillside beyond the