In exitu Israel : $b an historical novel, volume 2 (of 2) — John Shaqi
In exitu Israel : $b an historical novel, volume 2 (of 2)Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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In exitu Israel : $b an historical novel, volume 2 (of 2)
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction
IN EXITU ISRAEL.
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IN EXITU ISRAEL
_AN HISTORICAL NOVEL_
BY
S. BARING-GOULD, M.A.
Author of '_Curious Myths of the Middle Ages_,'
'_Origin and Development of Religious Belief_,' '_The Silver Store_,' &c., &c.
VOL. II
LONDON
MACMILLAN AND CO.
1870
OXFORD:
BY T. COMBE, M.A., E.B. GARDNER, E.P. HALL, AND H. LATHAM, M.A.,
PRINTERS TO THE UNIVERSITY.
IN EXITU ISRAEL.
CHAPTER XXI.
When Gabrielle and Madeleine had retired for the night to the little
bedroom of the latter, Madeleine seated herself on the bed, set her
candle on the table, and holding Gabrielle by the wrists looked full in
her face, and said abruptly: 'What brings you to Paris?'
The little peasantess was startled, and hesitated. Madeleine asked
after a moment's delay,--'You have come to trade on your youth and
beauty?'
Gabrielle's eyes opened wide. She did not understand.
'Yes,' said the Parisian flower-girl; 'God gives us comely
countenances, graceful limbs, and ready wit. These are our wares,
set up at auction to the highest bidder. So runs the world. God
did not make it so; it is the creation of privilege. I have tried
millinery-work--that did not suit me. I have tried wood-carving for
churches--that did not pay. I have sought admission to many another
trade--it was not open to women. So now my mother has sent me to
Versailles to sell flowers to the nobles and gentry of the court, to
be coaxed and petted and flirted with, to try to bewitch, ensnare,
shackle one of them. By all means, if possible, to entangle some rich
aristocrat. A glorious aim for woman! Hah! to estimate beauty at so
much; a straight nose at so much, ruddy lips at so much, dimples at so
much, laughing black eyes at so much, wit at so much, and virtue at
nothing!'
She paused and shook Gabrielle's arms passionately. Then she went on:
'Bread is scarce, all provisions are dear. Why? because speculators buy
up the corn,--keep it back to create a famine, and enrich themselves
on the sufferings of the poor. Can poor folk afford to keep daughters
at home to eat, eat, eat, and bring in nothing? First the interested
create destitution, and then they take advantage of it to buy of the
destitute what we would not sell except to save life. We are not poor
here,--we in this house, because we live on the scraps flung us by the
privileged classes. The corporal is salaried by the king to defend his
majesty and his majesty's prisons against the French people, whose
father he pretends to be; my mother makes caps and head-dresses for the
grand ladies, the wives and mistresses of the officers; Klaus gets his
living from the ecclesiastics, who buy his statues; and I sell flowers
to the queen and the court, and keep my eyes open, looking out for a
chance. Tell me now--why are you come here? On speculation?'
'I have come to Paris, because a lady whom I love is in the Bastille.'
'In the Bastille!' exclaimed Madeleine, dropping her hands.
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