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recommended to her by Madame de Fleury; especially Victoire; who
she said was such a treasure to her; that she would not part with
her on any account; and should consider her as a daughter。  〃I tell
her not to grieve so much; for though she has lost one mother she
has gained another for herself; who will always love her; and
besides she is so useful; and in so many ways; with her pen and her
needle; in accounts; and everything that is wanted in a family or a
shop; she can never want employment or friends in the worst times;
and none can be worse than these; especially for such pretty girls
as she is; who have all their heads turned; and are taught to
consider nothing a sin that used to be sins。  Many gentlemen; who
come to our shop; have found out that Victoire is very handsome;
and tell her so; but she is so modest and prudent that I am not
afraid for her。  I could tell you; madame; a good anecdote on this
subject; but my paper will not allow; and; besides; my writing is
so difficult。〃

Above a year elapsed before Madame de Fleury received another
letter from Victoire:  this was in a parcel; of which an emigrant
took charge; it contained a variety of little offerings from her
pupils; instances of their ingenuity; their industry; and their
affection; the last thing in the packet was a small purse labelled
in this manner …

〃Savings from our wages and earnings for her who taught us all we
know。〃



CHAPTER XII



〃Dans sa pompe elegante; admirez Chantilly;
De heros en heros; d'age en age; embelli。〃DE LILLE。

The health of the good Sister Frances; which had suffered much from
the shock her mind received at the commencement of the revolution;
declined so rapidly in the course of the two succeeding years; that
she was obliged to leave Paris; and she retired to a little village
in the neighbourhood of Chantilly。  She chose this situation
because here she was within a morning's walk of Madame de Fleury's
country…seat。  The Chateau de Fleury had not yet been seized as
national property; nor had it suffered from the attacks of the mob;
though it was in a perilous situation; within view of the high road
to Paris。  The Parisian populace had not yet extended their
outrages to this distance from the city; and the poor people who
lived on the estate of Fleury; attached from habit; principle; and
gratitude; to their lord; were not disposed to take advantage of
the disorder of the times; to injure the property of those from
whom they had all their lives received favours and protection。  A
faithful old steward had the care of the castle and the grounds。
Sister Frances was impatient to talk to him and to visit the
chateau; which she had never seen; but for some days after her
arrival in the village she was so much fatigued and so weak that
she could not attempt so long a walk。  Victoire had obtained
permission from her mistress to accompany the nun for a few days to
the country; as Annette undertook to do all the business of the
shop during the absence of her companion。  Victoire was fully as
eager as Sister Frances to see the faithful steward and the Chateau
de Fleury; and the morning was now fixed for their walk; but in the
middle of the night they were awakened by the shouts of a mob; who
had just entered the village fresh from the destruction of a
neighbouring castle。  The nun and Victoire listened; but in the
midst of the horrid yells of joy no human voice; no intelligible
word could be distinguished; they looked through a chink in the
window…shutter and they saw the street below filled with a crowd of
men; whose countenances were by turns illuminated by the glare of
the torches which they brandished。

〃Good Heavens!〃 whispered the nun to Victoire:  〃I should know the
face of that man who is loading his musketthe very man whom I
nursed ten years ago when he was ill with a gaol fever!〃

This man; who stood in the midst of the crowd; taller by the head
than the others; seemed to be the leader of the party; they were
disputing whether they should proceed further; spend the remainder
of the night in the village alehouse; or return to Paris。  Their
leader ordered spirits to be distributed to his associates; and
exhorted them in a loud voice to proceed in their glorious work。
Tossing his firebrand over his head he declared that he would never
return to Paris till he had razed to the ground the Chateau de
Fleury。  At these words; Victoire; forgetful of all personal
danger; ran out into the midst of the mob; pressed her way up to
the leader of these ruffians; caught him by the arm; exclaiming;
〃You will not touch a stone in the Chateau de FleuryI have my
reasonsI say you will not suffer a stone in the Chateau de Fleury
to be touched。〃

〃And why not?〃 cried the man; turning astonished; 〃and who are you
that I should listen to you?〃

〃No matter who I am;〃 said Victoire; 〃follow me and I will show you
one to whom you will not refuse to listen。  Here!here she is;〃
continued Victoire; pointing to the nun; who had followed her in
amazement; here is one to whom you will listenyes; look at her
well:  hold the light to her face。〃

The nun; in a supplicating attitude; stood in speechless
expectation。

〃Ay; I see you have gratitude; I know you will have mercy;〃 cried
Victoire; watching the workings in the countenance of the man; 〃you
will save the Chateau de Fleury for her sakewho saved your life。〃

〃I will;〃 cried this astonished chief of a mob; fired with sudden
generosity。  〃By my faith you are a brave girl; and a fine girl;
and know how to speak to the heart; and in the right moment。
Friends; citizens; this nun; though she is a nun; is good for
something。  When I lay ill with a fever; and not a soul else to
help me; she came and gave me medicines and foodin short; I owe
my life to her。  'Tis ten years ago; but I remember it well; and
now it is our turn to rule; and she shall be paid as she deserves。
Not a stone of the Chateau de Fleury shall be touched!〃

With loud acclamations the mob joined in the generous enthusiasm of
the moment and followed their leader peaceably out of the village。
All this passed with such rapidity as scarcely to leave the
impression of reality upon the mind。  As soon as the sun rose in
the morning Victoire looked out for the turrets of the Chateau de
Fleury; and she saw that they were safesafe in the midst of the
surrounding devastation。  Nothing remained of the superb palace of
Chantilly but the white arches of its foundation。



CHAPTER XIII



〃When thy last breath; ere Nature sank to rest
Thy meek submission to thy God expressed;
When thy last look; ere thought and feeling fled;
A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed;
What to thy soul its glad assurance gave …
Its hope in death; its triumph o'er the grave?
The sweet remembrance of unblemished youth;
Th' inspiring voice of innocence and truth!〃ROGERS。

The good Sister Frances; though she had scarcely recovered from the
shock of the preceding night; accompanied Victoire to the Chateau
de Fleury。  The gates were opened for them by the old steward and
his son Basile; who welcomed them with all the eagerness with which
people welcome friends in time of adversity。  The old man showed
them the place; and through every apartment of the castle went on
talking of former times; and with narrative fondness told anecdotes
of his dear master and mistress。  Here his lady used to sit and
readhere was the table at which she wrotethis was the sofa on
which she and the ladies sat the very last day she was at the
castle; at the open windows of the hall; whilst all the tenants and
people of the village were dancing on the green。

〃Ay; those were happy times;〃 said the old man; 〃but they will
never return。〃

〃Never!  Oh do not say so;〃 cried Victoire。

〃Never during my life; at least;〃 said the nun in a low voice; and
with a look of resignation。

Basile; as he wiped the tears from his eyes; happened to strike his
arm against the chord of Madame de Fleury's harp; and the sound
echoed through the room。

〃Before this year is at an end;〃 cried Victoire; 〃perhaps that harp
will be struck again in this Chateau by Madame de Fleury herself。
Last night we could hardly have hoped to see these walls standing
this morning; and yet it is safenot a stone touched!  Oh; we
shall all live; I hope; to see better times!〃

Sister Frances smiled; for she would not depress Victoire's
enthusiastic hope:  to please her; the good nun added; that she
felt better this morning than she had felt for months; and Victoire
was happier than she had been since Madame de Fleury left France。
But; alas! it was only a transient gleam。  Sister Frances relapsed
and declined so rapidly; that even Victoire; whose mind was almost
always disposed to hope; despaired of her recovery。  With placid
resignation; or rather with mild confidence; this innocent and
benevolent creature met the approach of death。  She seemed attached
to earth only by affection for those whom she was to leave in this
world。  Two of the youngest of the children who had formerly been
placed under her care; and who were not yet able to earn their own
subsistence; she kept with her; and in the last days of her life
she continued her instructions to them with the fond solicitude of
a parent。  Her father confessor; an excellent man; who never even
in these dangerous times shrank from his duty; came to Sister
Frances in her last moments; and relieved her mind from all
anxiety; by promising to place the two little children with the
lady who had been abbess of her convent; who would to the utmost of
her power protect and provide for them suitably。  Satisfied by this
promise; the good Sister Frances smiled upon Victoire; who stood
beside her bed; and with that smile upon her countenance expired。
It was some time before the little children seemed to comprehend;
or to believe; that Sister Frances was dead:  they had never before
seen any one die; they had no idea what it was to die; and their
first feeling was astonishment; they did not seem to understand why
Victoire wept。  But the next day when no Sister Frances spoke to
them; when every hour they missed some accustomed kindness from
her;when pres

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