The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French RevolutionSue, Eugène
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The Sword of Honor; or, The Foundation of the French Republic: A Tale of The French Revolution
Sue, Eugène
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction
"But, my dear John, my daughter's dower is more than 120,000 livres in
good gold louis, snugly stowed underground in our cellar; not to speak
of my personal fortune."
"Dear mother, permit me to interrupt you," returned John. "Your private
fortune is yours, and Charlotte's dowry is hers; she and you may dispose
of them as you will, and in acts of benevolence. I wish only to prove to
you that my labor will suffice for the maintenance of our household,
apart from your resources."
"I have always given you credit for delicacy, my dear John," replied
Madam Desmarais.
"For which I thank you, dear mother. You now know that I wish to
continue to live by my trade. For the rest, be easy," added the young
workingman, smiling. "Neither Charlotte nor you will be deafened by the
clang of my anvil. Master Gervais's shop is on Anjou Street, and a great
courtyard separates it from a pretty house in the midst of a garden. The
dwelling is at present occupied by Master Gervais, but as he purposes to
go to live in the country, he will rent it to me. We shall be, my dear
mother--you, Charlotte, my sister, and I--comfortably established in our
little nest, which smiles in the shade of the garden about it. These are
my plans, subject to your and Charlotte's approval; except, I repeat, my
firm resolve to continue to live by the work of my forge."
"I, to begin with, am agreed to these projects of John's," said the
young girl gaily. "The house, surrounded by its garden, charms me before
I see it. But do not be afraid, Monsieur John, that I shall fear to
blacken my dress with the smoke of your forge; I shall also prove to
you that I dread not being deafened with the thunder of your anvil. And
you, mother, what have you to say to our projects? Do they meet with
your approval?"
"I say that our John is honor, probity and delicacy itself," replied
Madam Desmarais with welling emotion. "I say that I would live, if need
be, in a garret, rather than be parted from you, my children. I say that
now I am ashamed of the prejudices in which I have heretofore lived in
regard to the men of the people. John teaches me to value them as they
truly deserve."
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