Country life -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Love stories
"No, no! neither you nor him! The muleteers won't regret Malzac if
he should die,--quite the reverse; but if he had been injured by any
one not belonging to their own body, especially a stranger, your
friend Tiennet would be in the greatest danger. Let him sleep; it is
enough that he tried to meddle in the affair to make it important
that he should keep quiet now. As for you, Brulette, you would be
very ill-received; you have not, as I have, a family interest to take
you there. No one among them would attempt to injure me; they all
know me, and they are not afraid to let me into their secrets."
"But do you think you will still find them in the forest? Did not
your father say they were going to the uplands, and would not spend
the night in this neighborhood?"
"They must wait long enough to dress the wounds. But if I do not
find them I shall be all the more easy; for it will prove that my
brother is not seriously hurt, and that he could start with them at
once."
"Did you see his wound? tell me, dear Thérence, don't hide anything
from me."
"I did not see it,--no one saw it; he said he was not hurt, and did
not even think of himself. But see, Brulette,--only don't cry
out,--here is the handkerchief with which, as I thought, I wiped the
perspiration from his face. When I got back here I found it was
saturated with blood; and I had to gather all my courage to hide my
feelings from my father, who is very anxious, and from Joseph, who is
really ill."
Then came silence, as if Brulette, taking or gazing at the
handkerchief, was choking. Presently Thérence said: "Give it back to
me; I must wash it in the first brook I come to."
"Ah, no!" said Brulette, "let me keep it; I'll hide it safely."
"No, my dear," replied Thérence; "if the authorities get wind of the
battle they will come and rummage every place here,--they will even
search our persons. They have grown very annoying of late; they want
us to give up our old customs, which are dying out of themselves,
without their meddling in the matter."
"Alas!" said Brulette, "isn't it to be wished that the custom of
these dangerous fights should be given up?"
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