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diff --git a/25102-h/25102-h.htm b/25102-h/25102-h.htm index 1a49ce1..55a48db 100644 --- a/25102-h/25102-h.htm +++ b/25102-h/25102-h.htm @@ -1,15 +1,11 @@ -<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> - -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> <head> - <meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" /> - <title> - The Project Gutenberg eBook of Nobody's Boy, by Hector Malot. - </title> - <style type="text/css"> -/*<![CDATA[ XML blockout */ -<!-- + <meta charset="utf-8"> + + <title>Nobody's Boy | Project Gutenberg</title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/scan0001.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> p { margin-top: .75em; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: .75em; @@ -55,71 +51,26 @@ div.index ul { list-style: none; } div.index ul li span.mono {font-family: monospace;} - - // --> - /* XML end ]]>*/ </style> </head> <body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 25102 ***</div> +<div class="center"><img src="images/scan0001.jpg" alt="" style="width: 513px; height: 700px"></div> -<pre> - -The Project Gutenberg EBook of Nobody's Boy, by Hector Malot - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: Nobody's Boy - Sans Famille - -Author: Hector Malot - -Illustrator: John B. Gruelle - -Translator: Florence Crewe-Jones - -Release Date: April 19, 2008 [EBook #25102] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK NOBODY'S BOY *** +<hr > +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> +<div class="center"><img src="images/scan0010.jpg" alt="NOBODY'S BOY (Sans Famille) BY HECTOR MALOT TRANSLATED BY FLORENCE CREWE-JONES ILLUSTRATED IN COLOR BY JOHN B. GRUELLE NEW YORK MDCCCCXVI CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY" style="width: 413px; height: 700px"></div> +<hr > -Produced by Free Elf, Martin Pettit and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="center"><img src="images/scan0001.jpg" width='513' height='700' alt="cover" /></div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p> - -<div class="center"><img src="images/scan0010.jpg" width='413' height='700' alt="NOBODY'S BOY (Sans Famille) BY HECTOR MALOT TRANSLATED BY FLORENCE CREWE-JONES ILLUSTRATED IN COLOR BY - JOHN B. GRUELLE NEW YORK MDCCCCXVI CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY" /></div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></p> <p class="tbrk"> </p> -<p class="center"><i>Copyright, 1916, by</i><br />CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY</p> +<p class="center"><i>Copyright, 1916, by</i><br >CUPPLES & LEON COMPANY</p> <p class="tbrk"> </p> @@ -127,15 +78,15 @@ Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net <p class="tbrk"> </p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<div class="center"><a name="scan0396.jpg" id="scan0396.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0396.jpg" width='474' height='700' alt="THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF REMI'S COMPANY. (See page 230) Frontispiece" /></div> +<div class="center"><a id="scan0396.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0396.jpg" alt="THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF REMI'S COMPANY. (See page 230) Frontispiece" style="width: 474px; height: 700px"></div> -<h4>"THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF REMI'S COMPANY."<br />(<i>See page <a href="#Page_230">230</a></i>) <i>Frontispiece</i></h4> +<h4>"THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF REMI'S COMPANY."<br >(<i>See page <a href="#Page_230">230</a></i>) <i>Frontispiece</i></h4> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span></p> <h2>CONTENTS</h2> @@ -170,7 +121,7 @@ Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net <li><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXV">XXV.</a></span> <span class="smcap">Mother, Brothers and Sisters</span></li> <li><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXVI">XXVI.</a></span> <span class="smcap">Bitter Disappointment</span></li> <li><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXVII">XXVII.</a></span> <span class="smcap">A Distressing Discovery</span></li> -<li><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII">XXVIII.</a></span> <span class="smcap">A Mysterious Stranger</span></li> +<li><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXVIII">XXVIII.</a></span> <span class="smcap">A Mysterious Stranger</span></li> <li><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXIX">XXIX.</a></span> <span class="smcap">In Prison</span></li> <li><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXX">XXX.</a></span> <span class="smcap">Escape</span></li> <li><span class="mono"> <a href="#CHAPTER_XXXI">XXXI.</a></span> <span class="smcap">Hunting for the Swan</span></li> @@ -179,9 +130,9 @@ Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net </ul> </div> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span></p> <h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> @@ -194,13 +145,13 @@ Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net </ul> </div> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="INTRODUCTION" id="INTRODUCTION"></a>INTRODUCTION</h2> +<h2><a id="INTRODUCTION"></a>INTRODUCTION</h2> -<hr class="smler" /> +<hr class="smler" > <p>"Nobody's Boy," published in France under the title "Sans Famille," has become justly famous as one of the supreme juvenile stories of the @@ -224,13 +175,13 @@ and the heart interest is eloquent with noble character.</p> <p class="right"><span class="smcap">The Publishers.</span></p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> <h1>NOBODY'S BOY</h1> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I</h2> <h3>MY VILLAGE HOME</h3> @@ -250,7 +201,7 @@ praise me when I was in the right. By these and many other things, by the way she spoke to me and looked at me, and the gentle way she scolded me, I believed that she was my mother.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p><p>My village, or, to be more exact, the village where I was brought up, +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span></p><p>My village, or, to be more exact, the village where I was brought up, for I did not have a village of my own, no birthplace, any more than I had a father or mother—the village where I spent my childhood was called Chavanon; it is one of the poorest in France. Only sections of @@ -277,7 +228,7 @@ not on good terms with his wife. He stayed in Paris because his work kept him there. When he was old he would come back and live with his wife on the money that he had saved.</p> -<p>One November evening a man stopped at our<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> gate. I was standing on the +<p>One November evening a man stopped at our<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> gate. I was standing on the doorstep breaking sticks. He looked over the top bar of the gate and called to me to know if Mother Barberin lived there. I shouted yes and told him to come in. He pushed open the old gate and came slowly up to @@ -304,7 +255,7 @@ Wouldn't he stay?</p> <p>Yes, he would. He sat down by the corner of the fire and while eating his supper told us how the accident had occurred. Barberin had been -terribly hurt by a falling scaffold, and as he had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> had no business to +terribly hurt by a falling scaffold, and as he had<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> had no business to be in that particular spot, the builder had refused to pay an indemnity.</p> <p>"Poor Barberin," said the man as he dried the legs of his trousers, @@ -334,7 +285,7 @@ accident.</p> <p>Days and weeks passed, and from time to time letters came asking for more money. The last, more insistent than the previous ones, said that -if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> there was no more money the cow must be sold to procure the sum.</p> +if<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> there was no more money the cow must be sold to procure the sum.</p> <p>Only those who have lived in the country with the peasants know what distress there is in these three words, "Sell the cow." As long as they @@ -357,7 +308,7 @@ suit him at all, he could never sell her again, she had no milk, she made bad butter,—he ended by saying that he would take her, but only out of kindness because Mother Barberin was an honest good woman.</p> -<p>Poor Rousette, as though she knew what was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> happening, refused to come +<p>Poor Rousette, as though she knew what was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> happening, refused to come out of the barn and began to bellow.</p> <p>"Go in at the back of her and chase her out," the man said to me, @@ -387,7 +338,7 @@ midday she was emptying the flour into a big earthenware bowl.</p> <p>"Oh," I said, going up to her, "flour?"</p> -<p>"Why, yes," she said, smiling, "it's flour, my <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>little Remi, beautiful +<p>"Why, yes," she said, smiling, "it's flour, my <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span>little Remi, beautiful flour. See what lovely flakes it makes."</p> <p>Just because I was so anxious to know what the flour was for I did not @@ -422,7 +373,7 @@ apples.</p> <p>While I cut the apples into slices, she broke the eggs into the flour and began to beat the mixture, adding a little milk from time to time. -When the paste was well beaten she placed the big <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>earthenware bowl on +When the paste was well beaten she placed the big <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span>earthenware bowl on the warm cinders, for it was not until supper time that we were to have the pancakes and fritters. I must say frankly that it was a very long day, and more than once I lifted up the cloth that she had thrown over @@ -454,7 +405,7 @@ fizzing when I heard footsteps out in our yard.</p> <p>Whoever could be coming to disturb us at this hour? A neighbor perhaps to ask for some firewood. I couldn't think, for just at that moment -Mother Barberin put her big wooden spoon into the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> bowl and was pouring +Mother Barberin put her big wooden spoon into the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> bowl and was pouring a spoonful of the paste into the pan, and it was not the moment to let one's thoughts wander. Somebody knocked on the door with a stick, then it was flung open.</p> @@ -475,10 +426,10 @@ stopped in the doorway.</p> <p>"Here's your father."</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II</h2> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span></p> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II</h2> <h3>MY ADOPTED FATHER</h3> @@ -510,7 +461,7 @@ covered the miles that I have."</p> <p>"There's some butter."</p> -<p>He looked up at the ceiling, at the spot where<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> the bacon used to hang, +<p>He looked up at the ceiling, at the spot where<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> the bacon used to hang, but for a long time there had been nothing on the hook; only a few ropes of onions and garlic hung from the beam now.</p> @@ -541,7 +492,7 @@ pancakes.</p> catastrophe, but I was not thinking of the pancakes and fritters now. The thought that was uppermost in my mind was, that this man who seemed so cruel was my father! My father! Absently I said the word over and -over again to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> myself. I had never thought much what a father would be. +over again to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> myself. I had never thought much what a father would be. Vaguely, I had imagined him to be a sort of mother with a big voice, but in looking at this one who had fallen from heaven, I felt greatly worried and frightened. I had wanted to kiss him and he had pushed me @@ -575,7 +526,7 @@ waiting on her husband.</p> <p>"Well then, go to bed and go to sleep at once. If you don't I'll be angry."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p><p>My mother gave me a look which told me to obey without answering. But +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span></p><p>My mother gave me a look which told me to obey without answering. But there was no occasion for this warning. I had not thought of saying a word.</p> @@ -605,7 +556,7 @@ rang in my ears.</p> <p>"He's asleep," said Mother Barberin; "the moment he gets into bed he drops off. You can talk without being afraid that he'll hear."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p><p>I ought, of course, to have told him that I was not asleep, but I did +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span></p><p>I ought, of course, to have told him that I was not asleep, but I did not dare. I had been ordered to go to sleep, I was not yet asleep, so I was in the wrong.</p> @@ -638,7 +589,7 @@ fell ill."</p> <p>"But when he got better?"</p> <p>"Well, he didn't get better all at once. After that sickness another -came. He coughed so it would have made your heart bleed to hear him,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +came. He coughed so it would have made your heart bleed to hear him,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> poor little mite. Our little Nicolas died like that. It seemed to me that if I sent him to the Foundlings' Home he'd died also."</p> @@ -677,7 +628,7 @@ poor man's child. He's a delicate morsel, no arms, no legs."</p> <p>"He's the prettiest boy in the village!"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p><p>"I don't say he ain't pretty. But sturdy, no! Do you think you can make +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span></p><p>"I don't say he ain't pretty. But sturdy, no! Do you think you can make a working man out of a chit with shoulders like his? He's a city child and there's no place for city children here."</p> @@ -713,7 +664,7 @@ in bed and began to call to Mother Barberin.</p> <p>She ran over to my bed.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p><p>"Are you going to let me go to the Foundlings' Home?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span></p><p>"Are you going to let me go to the Foundlings' Home?"</p> <p>"No, my little Remi, no."</p> @@ -742,7 +693,7 @@ going to work when he heard a baby cry, and he found you on a step. He looked about to call some one, and as he did so a man came out from behind a tree and ran away. You cried so loud that Jerome didn't like to put you back on the step again. While he was wondering what to do, some -more men came along, and they all decided that they'd<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> take you to the +more men came along, and they all decided that they'd<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> take you to the police station. You wouldn't stop crying. Poor mite, you must have been cold. But then, when they got you warm at the station house, you still cried, so they thought you were hungry, and they got you some milk. My! @@ -768,7 +719,7 @@ heard why I didn't do as he told me?"</p> <p>"Oh, don't send me to the Home," I cried, clinging to her, "Mother Barberin, please, please, don't send me to the Home."</p> -<p>"No, dearie, no, you shan't go. I'll settle it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> Jerome is not really +<p>"No, dearie, no, you shan't go. I'll settle it.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> Jerome is not really unkind, you'll see. He's had a lot of trouble and he is kind of worried about the future. We'll all work, you shall work, too."</p> @@ -794,17 +745,17 @@ them like boys chase a lost dog, for fun, and because a stray dog has no one to protect it. Oh, I did not want to be like those children. I did not want to have a number hung round my neck. I did not want them to call after me, "Hi, Workhouse Kid; Hi Foundling!" The very thought of it -made me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> feel cold and my teeth chatter. I could not go to sleep. And +made me<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> feel cold and my teeth chatter. I could not go to sleep. And Barberin was coming back soon!</p> <p>But fortunately he did not return until very late, and sleep came before he arrived.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III</h2> <h3>SIGNOR VITALIS' COMPANY</h3> @@ -826,7 +777,7 @@ Barberin never said a word to me the whole way. He walked along, limping. Now and again he turned 'round to see if I was following. Where was he taking me? I asked myself the question again and again. Despite the reassuring sign that Mother Barberin had made, I felt that something -was going to happen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> to me and I wanted to run away. I tried to lag +was going to happen<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> to me and I wanted to run away. I tried to lag behind, thinking that I would jump down into a ditch where Barberin could not catch me.</p> @@ -851,7 +802,7 @@ like it before. Long ringlets fell to his shoulders and he wore a tall gray hat ornamented with green and red feathers. A sheepskin, the woolly side turned inside, was fastened round his body. There were no sleeves to the skin, but through two large holes, cut beneath the shoulders, his -arms were thrust, covered with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> velvet sleeves which had once been blue +arms were thrust, covered with<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> velvet sleeves which had once been blue in color. Woolen gaiters reached up to his knees, and to hold them in place a ribbon was interlaced several times round his legs. He sat with his elbow resting on his crossed knees. I had never seen a living person @@ -879,7 +830,7 @@ foreign accent:</p> <p>"And you think the Home is going to pay you for his keep?"</p> -<p>"Lord! as he ain't got no parents and I've been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> put to great expense +<p>"Lord! as he ain't got no parents and I've been<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> put to great expense for him, it is only right that the town should pay me something."</p> <p>"I don't say it isn't, but do you think that just because a thing is @@ -919,7 +870,7 @@ could not take my eyes off the old man.</p> <p>"You won't let this child eat any more of your bread unless somebody pays for it, that's it, isn't it?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p><p>"That's it ... because...."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span></p><p>"That's it ... because...."</p> <p>"Never mind the reason. That don't concern me. Now if you don't want him, just give him to me. I'll take charge of him."</p> @@ -959,7 +910,7 @@ legs, they're that solid! Have you ever seen straighter legs than his?"</p> <p>Barberin pulled up my pants.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p><p>"Too thin," said the old man.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p><p>"Too thin," said the old man.</p> <p>"And his arms?" continued Barberin.</p> @@ -993,7 +944,7 @@ francs a year for him."</p> <p>"That's a good sum, and I'll pay in advance."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p><p>"But if I keep him the town will pay me more than ten francs a month."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span></p><p>"But if I keep him the town will pay me more than ten francs a month."</p> <p>"I know what you'd get from the town, and besides you've got to feed him."</p> @@ -1027,7 +978,7 @@ thought of that I wouldn't have taken him in the first place."</p> <p>Oh! the wicked man! How I did dislike Barberin!</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p><p>"Now, look here, it's because you think his parents won't show up now +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span></p><p>"Now, look here, it's because you think his parents won't show up now that you're turning him out," said the old man. "Well, if by any chance they do appear, they'll go straight to you, not to me, for nobody knows me."</p> @@ -1062,7 +1013,7 @@ company."</p> <p>"I am Signor Vitalis, and I'll show you the company right here."</p> <p>With this he opened the sheepskin and took out a strange animal which he -held on his left arm, pressed against his chest. This was the animal<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +held on his left arm, pressed against his chest. This was the animal<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> that had several times raised the sheepskin, but it was not a little dog as I had thought. I found no name to give to this strange creature, which I saw for the first time. I looked at it in astonishment. It was @@ -1090,7 +1041,7 @@ to the society."</p> spaniel, "the next. Signor Capi will have the honor of introducing his friends to the esteemed company here present."</p> -<p>The spaniel, who up till this moment had not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> made a movement, jumped up +<p>The spaniel, who up till this moment had not<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> made a movement, jumped up quickly, and standing on his hind paws, crossed his fore paws on his chest and bowed to his master so low that his police helmet touched the ground. This polite duty accomplished, he turned to his companions, and @@ -1117,7 +1068,7 @@ brought up, and they must be spoken to with great politeness. Be good enough to tell this little boy who is looking at you with such big, round eyes what time it is."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p><p>Capi uncrossed his paws, went up to his master, drew aside the +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span></p><p>Capi uncrossed his paws, went up to his master, drew aside the sheepskin, and after feeling in his vest pocket pulled out a large silver watch. He looked at the watch for a moment, then gave two distinct barks, then after these two decisive sharp barks, he uttered @@ -1144,7 +1095,7 @@ manner."</p> <p>"It takes a clever man to play the fool," said Vitalis, "the boy will be able to act the part with a few lessons. We'll test him at once. If he -has any intelligence he will understand that with me<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> he will be able to +has any intelligence he will understand that with me<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> he will be able to see the country and other countries besides; but if he stays here all he can do is to drive a herd of cattle in the same fields from morning to night. If he hasn't any intelligence he'll cry and stamp his feet, and @@ -1172,7 +1123,7 @@ and was about to empty it. But Capi, who was a good watch dog, had seen the monkey's trick and like the faithful servant that he was, he had foiled him.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span></p> <p>"Mr. Pretty-Heart," said Vitalis severely, "you are a glutton and a thief; go over there into the corner and turn your face to the wall, and @@ -1186,7 +1137,7 @@ corner, and the dog, proud and happy, held out his paw to his master.</p> <p>"Now," continued Vitalis, "back to business. I'll give you thirty francs for him then."</p> -<div class="center"><a name="scan0397.jpg" id="scan0397.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0397.jpg" width='486' height='700' alt="I'LL GIVE YOU THIRTY FRANCS FOR HIM" /></div> +<div class="center"><a id="scan0397.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0397.jpg" alt="I'LL GIVE YOU THIRTY FRANCS FOR HIM" style="width: 486px; height: 700px"></div> <h4>"I'LL GIVE YOU THIRTY FRANCS FOR HIM."</h4> @@ -1211,7 +1162,7 @@ He was alone. Had he come to fetch me to hand me over to Vitalis?</p> <p>Home! Then I was not to leave Mother Barberin?</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p><p>I wanted to ask questions, but I was afraid, because he seemed in a +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span></p><p>I wanted to ask questions, but I was afraid, because he seemed in a very bad temper. We walked all the way home in silence. But just before we arrived home Barberin, who was walking ahead, stopped.</p> @@ -1219,11 +1170,11 @@ we arrived home Barberin, who was walking ahead, stopped.</p> single word of what you have heard to-day, you shall smart for it. Understand?"</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV</h2> <h3>THE MATERNAL HOUSE</h3> @@ -1253,7 +1204,7 @@ tell her the next day. But the next day when I got up, I did not see her. As I was running all round the house looking for her, Barberin saw me and asked me what I wanted.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p><p>"Mamma."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span></p><p>"Mamma."</p> <p>"She has gone to the village and won't be back till this afternoon."</p> @@ -1277,7 +1228,7 @@ spoke of it, which happened twenty times a day, it was "My garden."</p> and the wall flowers would soon be out. How would they bloom? I wondered, and that was why I came to see them every day. But there was another part of my garden that I studied with great anxiety. I had -planted a vegetable that some one had given to me and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> which was almost +planted a vegetable that some one had given to me and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> which was almost unknown in our village; it was Jerusalem artichokes. I was told they would be delicious, better than potatoes, for they had the taste of French artichokes, potatoes, and turnips combined. Having been told @@ -1301,7 +1252,7 @@ the earth where the artichokes were sown, when I heard Barberin calling me impatiently. I hurried back to the house. Imagine my surprise when I saw, standing before the fireplace, Vitalis and his dogs.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p><p>I knew at once what Barberin wanted of me. Vitalis had come to fetch me +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span></p><p>I knew at once what Barberin wanted of me. Vitalis had come to fetch me and it was so that Mother Barberin should not stop me from going that Barberin had sent her to the village. Knowing full well that I could expect nothing from Barberin, I ran up to Vitalis.</p> @@ -1335,7 +1286,7 @@ Barberin with a sweep of his hand cleared up and thrust into his pocket.</p> <p>"Where's his bundle?" asked Vitalis.</p> -<p>"Here it is," said Barberin, handing him a blue<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> cotton handkerchief +<p>"Here it is," said Barberin, handing him a blue<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> cotton handkerchief tied up at the four corners. "There are two shirts and a pair of cotton pants."</p> @@ -1372,7 +1323,7 @@ was over.</p> arm and I walked side by side with him. Fortunately he did not walk fast. I think he suited his step to mine.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p><p>We were walking up hill. As I turned I could still see Mother +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span></p><p>We were walking up hill. As I turned I could still see Mother Barberin's house, but it was getting smaller and smaller. Many a time I had walked this road and I knew that for a little while longer I should still see the house, then when we turned the bend, I should see it no @@ -1397,7 +1348,7 @@ everything very clearly. On the rubbish heap I could see our big fat hen running about, but she did not look as big as usual; if I had not known that it was our hen, I should have taken her for a little pigeon. At the side of the house I could see the twisted pear tree that I used to ride -as a horse. In the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> stream I could just make out the drain that I had +as a horse. In the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> stream I could just make out the drain that I had had so much trouble in digging, so that it would work a mill made by my own hands; the wheel, alas! had never turned, despite all the hours I had spent upon it. I could see my garden. Oh, my dear garden!...</p> @@ -1424,7 +1375,7 @@ That doesn't promise very good days for us."</p> <p>It <i>was</i> Mother Barberin. It was her bonnet. It was her blue skirt. She was walking quickly as though she was in a hurry to get home. When she got to our gate she pushed it open and went quickly up the garden path. -I jumped up at once and stood up on the bank, without giving a thought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +I jumped up at once and stood up on the bank, without giving a thought<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> to Capi, who sprang towards me. Mother Barberin did not stay long in the house. She came out and began running to and fro, in the yard, with her arms stretched out.</p> @@ -1457,11 +1408,11 @@ to me; Capi behind, Zerbino in front. After taking a few steps I turned round. We had passed the bend of the hill and I could no longer see the valley nor our house.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V</h2> <h3>EN ROUTE</h3> @@ -1486,7 +1437,7 @@ sent to the Home. And let me tell you, you must not try to run away, because if you do Capi and Zerbino would soon catch you."</p> <p>Run away—I no longer thought of doing so. Where should I go? This tall -old man perhaps<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> would be a kind master after all. I had never walked so +old man perhaps<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> would be a kind master after all. I had never walked so far at a stretch. All around us were barren lands and hills, not beautiful like I had thought the world would be outside of my village.</p> @@ -1514,7 +1465,7 @@ big nails, too. And I'll buy you some velvet pants, and a vest and a hat. That'll make you dry your tears, I hope, and give you legs to do the next six miles."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p><p>Shoes with nails! I was overcome with pride. It was grand enough to +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p><p>Shoes with nails! I was overcome with pride. It was grand enough to have shoes, but shoes with nails! I forgot my grief. Shoes with nails! Velvet pants! a vest! a hat! Oh, if Mother Barberin could see me, how happy she would be, how proud of me! But in spite of the promise that I @@ -1539,7 +1490,7 @@ worse for you than we are obliged. There is a village a little farther on and we'll sleep there."</p> <p>There was no inn in this village and no one wanted to take into their -homes an old beggar who<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> dragged along with him a child and three dogs, +homes an old beggar who<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> dragged along with him a child and three dogs, soaked to the skin.</p> <p>"No lodgings here," they said.</p> @@ -1570,7 +1521,7 @@ Vitalis had only said:</p> <p>I had thought no more of this theft, when I saw Vitalis cut the roll; Zerbino looked very dejected. Vitalis and I were sitting on a box with Pretty-Heart between us. The three dogs stood in a row before us, Capi -and Dulcie with their eyes fixed on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> their master. Zerbino stood with +and Dulcie with their eyes fixed on<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> their master. Zerbino stood with drooping ears and tail between his legs.</p> <p>"The thief must leave the ranks and go into a corner," said Vitalis in a @@ -1599,7 +1550,7 @@ a vest you can put on. Then get underneath the hay and you'll soon get warm and go to sleep."</p> <p>But I did not get warm as quick as Vitalis thought; for a long time I -turned and turned on my bed of straw, too unhappy to sleep. Would<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> all +turned and turned on my bed of straw, too unhappy to sleep. Would<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> all my days now be like this, walking in the pouring rain; sleeping in a loft, shaking with cold, and only a piece of dry bread for supper? No one to love me; no one to cuddle me; no Mother Barberin!</p> @@ -1616,11 +1567,11 @@ stifled cry, and then quickly put his paw in my hand and remained quite still. I forgot my fatigue and my sorrows. I was no longer alone. I had a friend.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI</h2> <h3>MY DÉBUT</h3> @@ -1641,7 +1592,7 @@ old streets of Ussel. Suddenly my master turned into a shop behind the market. Hanging outside the front were some old guns, a coat trimmed with gold braid, several lamps, and some rusty keys. We went down three steps and found ourselves in a large room where the sun could never have -entered<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> since the roof had been put on the house. How could such +entered<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> since the roof had been put on the house. How could such beautiful things as nailed shoes be sold in such a terrible place? Yet Vitalis knew, and soon I had the pleasure of being shod in nailed shoes which were ten times as heavy as my clogs. My master's generosity did @@ -1668,7 +1619,7 @@ Italy, like a French boy."</p> <p>"We are <i>artistes</i>, are we not? Well, we must not dress like the ordinary folk. If we went about dressed like the country people, do you -think anybody would look at us? Should we get a crowd<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> around us when we +think anybody would look at us? Should we get a crowd<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> around us when we stop? No! Appearances count for a great deal in life."</p> <p>I was a French boy in the morning, and by night I had become an Italian. @@ -1693,7 +1644,7 @@ he would draw back the corners of his mouth, screw up his eyes, and work his jaws rapidly, while his black eyes seemed to dart flames.</p> <p>"Now you're ready," said Vitalis, as I placed my hat on my head, "and -we'll get to work, because<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> to-morrow is market day and we must give a +we'll get to work, because<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> to-morrow is market day and we must give a performance. You must play in a comedy with the two dogs and Pretty-Heart."</p> @@ -1725,7 +1676,7 @@ your new master thinks that you're a fool."</p> to this gentleman to be his servant and you are told to set the table. Here is one like we shall use in the play; go and set it."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p><p>On this table there were plates, a glass, a knife, a fork, and a white +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span></p><p>On this table there were plates, a glass, a knife, a fork, and a white tablecloth. How could I arrange all those things? As I pondered over this question, leaning forward with hands stretched out and mouth open, not knowing where to begin, my master clapped his hands and laughed @@ -1756,7 +1707,7 @@ once did he swear.</p> made. "That is bad, Capi. I'll scold you, Pretty-Heart, if you don't pay attention."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p><p>And that was all, but yet it was enough.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p><p>And that was all, but yet it was enough.</p> <p>"Take the dogs for an example," he said, while teaching me; "compare them with Pretty-Heart. Pretty-Heart has, perhaps, vivacity and @@ -1784,7 +1735,7 @@ animals, and think that they can only be made to obey by having a stick held over their heads. A great mistake. One gains very little by being cruel, but one can obtain a lot, if not all, by gentleness. It is because I am never unkind to my animals that they are what they are. If -I had beaten them they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> would be frightened creatures; fear paralyzes +I had beaten them they<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> would be frightened creatures; fear paralyzes the intelligence. Besides, if I gave way to temper I should not be what I am; I could not have acquired this patience which has won their confidence. That shows that who instructs others, instructs himself. As @@ -1809,7 +1760,7 @@ when at last I dropped off to sleep, I could see in my dreams a crowd of people holding their sides with laughter because I was such a fool.</p> <p>I was even more nervous the next day, when we marched off in a -procession to the market place,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> where we were to give our performance. +procession to the market place,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> where we were to give our performance. Vitalis led the way. Holding his head high and with chest thrown out, he kept time with his arms and feet while gayly playing his fife. Behind him came Capi, carrying Pretty-Heart on his back, wearing the uniform of @@ -1832,7 +1783,7 @@ sometimes sentimental airs.</p> <p>The tricks over, Capi took a metal cup between his teeth and began to go the round of the "distinguished audience." When a spectator failed to drop a coin in, he put his two fore paws upon the reluctant giver's -pocket, barked three times, then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> tapped the pocket with his paw. At +pocket, barked three times, then<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> tapped the pocket with his paw. At this every one laughed and shouted with delight.</p> <p>"If that ain't a cunning spaniel! He knows who's got money and who @@ -1864,7 +1815,7 @@ listen, and be ready to applaud."</p> naturally it had to be for the very good reason that two of its principals, Pretty-Heart and Capi, could not speak, and the third, myself, was incapable of uttering two words. However, so that the -audience would clearly <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>understand the play, Vitalis explained the +audience would clearly <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span>understand the play, Vitalis explained the various situations, as the piece progressed. For instance, striking up a warlike air, he announced the entrance of General Pretty-Heart, who had won his high rank in various battles in India. Up to that day General @@ -1887,7 +1838,7 @@ shrugging his shoulders. His expression was so comical that every one burst out laughing. They quite understood that the monkey thought I was a fool. The spectators thought that also. The piece was made to show how dense was my stupidity, while every opportunity was afforded the monkey -to show his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> sagacity and intelligence. After having examined me +to show his<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> sagacity and intelligence. After having examined me thoroughly, the General, out of pity, decided to keep me. He pointed to a table that was already set for luncheon, and signed to me to take my seat.</p> @@ -1916,7 +1867,7 @@ prepared for me.</p> his uniform, and spread it out upon his knees. And with what an elegant air he broke his bread and emptied his glass!</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p><p>The climax was reached when, luncheon over, he asked for a toothpick, +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span></p><p>The climax was reached when, luncheon over, he asked for a toothpick, which he quickly passed between his teeth. At this, applause broke out on all sides, and the performance ended triumphantly.</p> @@ -1925,11 +1876,11 @@ on all sides, and the performance ended triumphantly.</p> <p>On our way back to the inn Vitalis complimented me, and I was already such a good comedian that I appreciated this praise from my master.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_VII"></a>CHAPTER VII</h2> <h3>CHILD AND ANIMAL LEARNING</h3> @@ -1961,7 +1912,7 @@ through which we travel. It will be like having a story told to you."</p> <p>I had been brought up in utter ignorance. True, I had been sent to the village school for one month, but during this month I had never once had -a book in my hand. At the time of which I write, there<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> were many +a book in my hand. At the time of which I write, there<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> were many villages in France that did not even boast of a school, and in some, where there was a schoolmaster, either he knew nothing, or he had some other occupation and could give little attention to the children @@ -1994,7 +1945,7 @@ up a piece of wood covered with dust.</p> <p>"See, this is the book from which you are going to learn to read," he said.</p> -<p>A book! A piece of wood! I looked at him to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> see if he were joking. But +<p>A book! A piece of wood! I looked at him to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> see if he were joking. But he looked quite serious. I stared at the bit of wood. It was as long as my arm and as wide as my two hands. There was no inscription or drawing on it.</p> @@ -2023,7 +1974,7 @@ another thing. I could not get along very fast, and often I regretted having expressed a wish to learn. I must say, however, it was not because I was lazy, it was pride.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p><p>While teaching me my letters Vitalis thought that he would teach Capi +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span></p><p>While teaching me my letters Vitalis thought that he would teach Capi at the same time. If a dog could learn to tell the hour from a watch, why could he not learn the letters? The pieces of wood were all spread out on the grass, and he was taught that with his paw he must draw out @@ -2053,7 +2004,7 @@ asked Vitalis.</p> <p>"Do you like to hear me sing, then?"</p> <p>"I like it more than anything. It is better than the nightingales, but -it's not like their song at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> all. When you sing, sometimes I want to +it's not like their song at<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> all. When you sing, sometimes I want to cry, and sometimes I want to laugh. Don't think me silly, master, but when you sing those songs, I think that I am back with dear Mother Barberin. If I shut my eyes I can see her again in our little house, and @@ -2081,7 +2032,7 @@ dealing with a poor dumb creature, but you are enough to drive me mad!" He threw up his hands dramatically.</p> <p>Pretty-Heart, who took special delight in imitating gestures he thought -funny, mimicked my master, and as the monkey was present at my <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>lessons +funny, mimicked my master, and as the monkey was present at my <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>lessons every day, I had the humiliation to see him lift his arms in despair every time I hesitated.</p> @@ -2095,11 +2046,11 @@ piece of paper that Vitalis himself had written. That day my master did not throw up his hands, but instead, patted me on the cheek, declaring that if I continued thus I should certainly become a great singer.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a>CHAPTER VIII</h2> <h3>ONE WHO HAD KNOWN A KING</h3> @@ -2121,7 +2072,7 @@ stragglers, we did not think it worth our while to stop, so continued on our way. When we stayed several days in a town, Vitalis would let me go about alone if Capi was with me. He trusted me with Capi.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p><p>"You are traveling through France at the age when most boys are at +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span></p><p>"You are traveling through France at the age when most boys are at school," he once said to me; "open your eyes, look and learn. When you see something that you do not understand, do not be afraid to ask me questions. I have not always been what you see me now. I have learnt @@ -2149,7 +2100,7 @@ after him. I knew him and often talked with him."</p> <p>"When he was a stable boy?"</p> -<p>"No," replied Vitalis, laughing, "when he was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> a king. This is the first +<p>"No," replied Vitalis, laughing, "when he was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> a king. This is the first time I have been in this part of the country. I knew him in Naples, where he was king."</p> @@ -2178,7 +2129,7 @@ She did not know anything about it. She was born at Chavanon, and would probably die there. Her mind had never traveled farther than her eyes.</p> <p>My master had seen a king, and this king had spoken to him! What was my -master in his youth,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> and how had he become what I saw him now in his +master in his youth,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> and how had he become what I saw him now in his old age?...</p> <p>We had been tramping since morning. Vitalis had said that we should @@ -2205,7 +2156,7 @@ became the trees and shrubs, their tops passing over my head and interlacing. Sometimes I had to crawl through them to get by. Yet I was determined to get to the top of the hill. But, when at last I did, and gazed around, I could see no light anywhere; nothing but strange shadows -and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> forms, and great trees which seemed to hold out their branches to +and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> forms, and great trees which seemed to hold out their branches to me, like arms ready to enfold me.</p> <p>I listened to see if I could catch the bark of a dog, or the bellow of a @@ -2229,7 +2180,7 @@ man—some kind of animal that I did not know, or an immense night bird, a gigantic spider, hovering over the tops of the trees. What was certain, this creature had legs of unusual length, which brought it along with amazing bounds. Seeing this, I quickly found my own legs, and -rushed down the hill towards Vitalis.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> But, strange to say, I made less +rushed down the hill towards Vitalis.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> But, strange to say, I made less haste going down than I had in climbing up. I threw myself into the thick of the thistles and brambles, scratching myself at every step. Scrambling out of a prickly bush I took a glance back. The animal was @@ -2258,7 +2209,7 @@ road. At the sight of it again, I must confess, I began to shake, but I was with Vitalis and the dogs were beside me. I was not alone up there in the trees.... I looked up boldly and fixed my eyes on the Thing.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p><p>Was it an animal or a man? It had the body, the head, and arms like a +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p><p>Was it an animal or a man? It had the body, the head, and arms like a man, but the shaggy skin which covered it, and the two long thin legs upon which it seemed to poise, looked as though they belonged to an animal.</p> @@ -2292,11 +2243,11 @@ stilts.</p> <p>What a goose I had been!</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_IX"></a>CHAPTER IX</h2> <h3>ARRESTED</h3> @@ -2319,7 +2270,7 @@ take up our wandering life again.</p> valleys, over hills, leaving behind the bluish top of the Pyrenees, which now looked like a mass of clouds.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p><p>Then one night we came to a great town with ugly red brick houses and +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p><p>Then one night we came to a great town with ugly red brick houses and with streets paved with little pointed stones, hard to the feet of travelers who had walked a dozen miles a day. My master told me that we were in Toulouse and that we should stay there for a long time. As @@ -2343,7 +2294,7 @@ the extreme. One might have thought that he was addressing some high and mighty personage.</p> <p>"The illustrious gentleman, who represents the police authority," he -said, taking off his hat and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> bowing low to the policeman, "can he show +said, taking off his hat and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> bowing low to the policeman, "can he show me an order emanating from the said authority, which states that it is forbidden for poor strolling players, like ourselves, to carry on their humble profession on a public square?"</p> @@ -2380,7 +2331,7 @@ must muzzle my actors?" he asked.</p> <p>"Yes, and be quick about it!"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p><p>"Muzzle Capi, Zerbino, and Dulcie," cried Vitalis, addressing himself +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></p><p>"Muzzle Capi, Zerbino, and Dulcie," cried Vitalis, addressing himself more to the audience than to the officer; "how can the great physician, Capi, known throughout the universe, prescribe a cure for Mr. Pretty-Heart, if the said physician wears a muzzle on the end of his @@ -2408,7 +2359,7 @@ monkey striking his own attitude to perfection. For some moments the monkey and the man stared at each other. It was a question which would lower his eyes first. The crowd yelled with delight.</p> -<p>"If your dogs are not muzzled to-morrow," cried<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> the policeman, angrily +<p>"If your dogs are not muzzled to-morrow," cried<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> the policeman, angrily shaking his first, "you'll be arrested. That's all."</p> <p>"Good-day, until to-morrow, Signor," said Vitalis, bowing, "until @@ -2440,7 +2391,7 @@ dogs won't be uncomfortable. On the other hand, the public shall be amused a bit. This officer should be the means of bringing us some more money and, in the bargain, play the comic rôle in the piece that I shall prepare for him. Now, to-morrow, you are to go there alone with -Pretty-Heart. You will arrange the ropes, and play a few pieces on your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> +Pretty-Heart. You will arrange the ropes, and play a few pieces on your<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> harp, and when you have a large audience the officer will arrive on the scene. I will make my appearance with the dogs. Then the farce will commence."</p> @@ -2467,7 +2418,7 @@ ridiculously important manner. The crowd laughed at his antics and clapped their hands. The officer glared at me angrily.</p> <p>How was it going to end? I was rather ill at ease. If Vitalis were there -he could reply to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> officer. But I was alone. If he ordered me away, +he could reply to the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> officer. But I was alone. If he ordered me away, what should I say?</p> <p>The policeman strode back and forth outside the ropes, and when he @@ -2495,7 +2446,7 @@ do!"</p> <p>For some moments the two men looked at each other. The officer was purple with rage. My master was superb. He held his beautiful white head high; his face expressed indignation and command. His look was enough to -make the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>policeman sink into the earth, but he did nothing of the kind. +make the <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span>policeman sink into the earth, but he did nothing of the kind. He wrenched his hand free, seized my master by the collar and roughly pushed him before him. Vitalis stumbled and almost fell, but he drew himself up quickly and with his free hand struck the officer on the @@ -2524,7 +2475,7 @@ noses and tied under their chins. Capi, who was white, wore red; Zerbino, who was black, wore white, and Dulcie, who was gray, wore blue. My poor master had thus carried out the order of the law.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p><p>The public had quickly dispersed. A few stragglers remained to discuss +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span></p><p>The public had quickly dispersed. A few stragglers remained to discuss what had happened.</p> <p>"The old man was right."</p> @@ -2552,7 +2503,7 @@ In a word, I loved him, and he loved me. For how long would they send him to prison? What should I do during that time? How should I live?</p> <p>Vitalis was in the habit of carrying his money on him, and he had not -had time to give me anything<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> before he was dragged off. I had only a +had time to give me anything<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> before he was dragged off. I had only a few sous in my pocket. Would it be enough to buy food for Pretty-Heart, the dogs, and myself? I spent the next two days in agony, not daring to leave the inn. The monkey and the dogs were also very downcast. At last, @@ -2576,7 +2527,7 @@ being in court, that I got behind a large stove and squeezed up as small as I could against the wall. Some men who had been arrested for robbery, others for fighting, were tried first. All said that they were innocent, but all were found guilty. At last Vitalis was brought in. He sat down -on a bench between two policemen. What he said at<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> first, and what they +on a bench between two policemen. What he said at<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> first, and what they asked him, I scarcely knew, my emotion was so great. I stared at Vitalis; he stood upright, his white head thrown back. He looked ashamed and worried. I looked at the judge.</p> @@ -2612,11 +2563,11 @@ behind him. Two months' separation!</p> <p>Where should I go?</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_X"></a>CHAPTER X</h2> <h3>HOMELESS</h3> @@ -2656,7 +2607,7 @@ for your animals, I suppose."</p> <p>That was true. I did not count upon any one.</p> <p>"Your master already owes me a lot of money," he continued. "I can't -board you for two months<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> without knowing if I shall be paid. You'll +board you for two months<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> without knowing if I shall be paid. You'll have to go."</p> <p>"Go! Where shall I go, sir?"</p> @@ -2697,7 +2648,7 @@ come to look for me here."</p> <p>"Oh, stop your talk. Hurry up and get out! I give you five minutes. If I find you here when I come out again I'll settle you."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p><p>I knew it was useless to plead with him. I had to "get out." I went to +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span></p><p>I knew it was useless to plead with him. I had to "get out." I went to the stables to get the dogs and Pretty-Heart, then strapping my harp on my shoulder I left the inn.</p> @@ -2723,7 +2674,7 @@ which to sleep did not worry me; we could sleep in the open air.... But to eat!</p> <p>We must have walked for about two hours before I dared to stop, and yet -the dogs had looked up at me imploringly and Pretty-Heart had pulled<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> my +the dogs had looked up at me imploringly and Pretty-Heart had pulled<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span> my ear and rubbed his stomach incessantly. At last I felt that I was far enough away from the town to have nothing to fear. I went into the first bakery that I came across. I asked for one pound and a half of bread.</p> @@ -2748,7 +2699,7 @@ the first piece that he could. To eke out the meal was a delicate matter. I cut the bread into five parts, as near the same size as possible, and distributed the slices. I gave each a piece in turn, as though I were dealing cards. Pretty-Heart, who required less food than -we, fared better, for he was quite satisfied<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> while we were still +we, fared better, for he was quite satisfied<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> while we were still famished. I took three pieces from his share and hid them in my bag to give the dogs later. Then, as there still remained a little piece, I broke it and we each had some; that was for dessert.</p> @@ -2777,7 +2728,7 @@ collecting money from the "distinguished audience."</p> <p>"I see you want to give a performance, Capi," I continued; "that's good advice, but should we make anything? That's the question. We have only three sous left, so you mustn't get hungry. You've all to be very -obedient; that will make it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> easier for us all. You must help me all you +obedient; that will make it<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> easier for us all. You must help me all you can, you dogs and Pretty-Heart. I want to feel that I can count on you."</p> <p>I would not make so bold as to say that they understood all I said, but @@ -2801,7 +2752,7 @@ same. I would have gone up that tree with pleasure, but the importance and dignity of my present office did not permit me any such distractions.</p> -<p>After we had rested a while I gave the sign to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> start. We had to find a +<p>After we had rested a while I gave the sign to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> start. We had to find a place somewhere to lie down for the night and gain a few sous for our food for the next day. We walked for one hour, then came in sight of a village. I quickly dressed my troop, and in as good marching order as @@ -2825,7 +2776,7 @@ then more and more.</p> <p>I played on and on, Zerbino and Dulcie went round and round, but the women in the doorways did not even look over at us. It was discouraging. -But I was determined not to be discouraged. I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> played with all my might, +But I was determined not to be discouraged. I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> played with all my might, making the cords of my harp vibrate, almost to breaking them. Suddenly a little child, taking its first steps, trotted from his home and came towards us. No doubt the mother would follow him, and after the mother a @@ -2857,7 +2808,7 @@ mouth open.</p> <p>"Singing, sir."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p><p>"Have you got permission to sing on a public square in our village?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span></p><p>"Have you got permission to sing on a public square in our village?"</p> <p>"No, sir."</p> @@ -2888,7 +2839,7 @@ on mine.</p> <p>"Well, then?" asked Capi, with a wag of his head.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p><p>"So then we shall have to sleep in the open air and go without supper."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span></p><p>"So then we shall have to sleep in the open air and go without supper."</p> <p>At the word "supper" there was a general bark. I showed them my three sous.</p> @@ -2917,7 +2868,7 @@ dog reads all sorts of curious things written in mysterious letters which we do not understand.</p> <p>What Capi said to Zerbino I did not hear, for if dogs can understand the -language of men, men do<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> not understand their language. I only saw that +language of men, men do<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> not understand their language. I only saw that Zerbino refused to listen to reason, and that he insisted that the three sous should be spent immediately. Capi got angry, and it was only when he showed his teeth that Zerbino, who was a bit of a coward, lapsed into @@ -2944,7 +2895,7 @@ not to think that we were hungry. Does not the proverb say, "He who sleeps, eats."</p> <p>Before lying down I told Capi that I relied upon him to keep watch, and -the faithful dog, instead of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> sleeping with us on the pine leaves, laid +the faithful dog, instead of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> sleeping with us on the pine leaves, laid down like a sentinel at the entrance of our quarters. I could sleep in peace, for I knew that none would come near without me being warned by Capi. Yet, although, at rest on this point, I could not sleep at once. @@ -2967,7 +2918,7 @@ my eyes. Poor Mother Barberin! poor Vitalis.</p> breath pass through my hair. I turned over quickly, and a big soft tongue licked my wet cheek. It was Capi who had heard me crying and had come to comfort me as he had done on the first day of my wanderings. -With my two hands I took him by the neck and kissed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> him on his wet +With my two hands I took him by the neck and kissed<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> him on his wet nose. He uttered two or three little mournful snorts, and it seemed to me that he was crying with me. I slept. When I awoke it was full day and Capi was sitting beside me, looking at me. The birds were singing in the @@ -2994,7 +2945,7 @@ intention was not to give the performance at once. It was too early, but after finding a place we would come back in the middle of the day and take a chance.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p><p>I was engrossed with this idea, when suddenly I heard some one shouting +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span></p><p>I was engrossed with this idea, when suddenly I heard some one shouting behind me. I turned round quickly and saw Zerbino racing towards me, followed by an old woman. It did not take me long to know what was the matter. Profiting by my preoccupation, Zerbino had run into a house and @@ -3018,7 +2969,7 @@ went, and soon we had outstripped our pursuers, but I did not stop running until I was quite out of breath. We had raced at least two miles. I turned round. No one was following us. Capi and Dulcie were still at my heels, Zerbino was in the distance. He had stopped probably -to eat his piece of meat. I called him, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> he knew very well that he +to eat his piece of meat. I called him, but<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> he knew very well that he deserved a severe punishment, so instead of coming to me, he ran away as fast as he could. He was famished, that was why he had stolen the meat. But I could not accept this as an excuse. He had stolen. If I wanted to @@ -3046,7 +2997,7 @@ anxious when at last Capi appeared alone, his head hanging down.</p> <p>Capi laid down in a cowed attitude. I looked at him and noticed that one of his ears was bleeding. I knew what had happened. Zerbino had put up a -fight. I felt that, although Capi had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> obeyed my orders, he had +fight. I felt that, although Capi had<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> obeyed my orders, he had considered that I was too severe and had let himself be beaten. I could not scold him. I could only wait until Zerbino chose to return. I knew that sooner or later he would feel sorry and would come back and take @@ -3072,7 +3023,7 @@ there was no chance of me making a little money to buy something to eat. Our hunger became more acute. The dogs fixed their eyes on me imploringly, and Pretty-Heart rubbed his stomach and squealed angrily.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p><p>Still Zerbino did not return. Once more I sent Capi to look for the +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span></p><p>Still Zerbino did not return. Once more I sent Capi to look for the truant, but at the end of half an hour he came back alone. What was to be done?</p> @@ -3097,7 +3048,7 @@ dance.</p> <p>At first neither the dogs nor the monkey seemed disposed to dance. All they wanted was food. My heart ached as I watched their pitiful -attitude.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> But they must forget their hunger, poor little things! I +attitude.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> But they must forget their hunger, poor little things! I played louder and quicker, then, little by little, the music produced its customary effect. They danced and I played on and on.</p> @@ -3125,7 +3076,7 @@ attention."</p> <p>"Will you play again?" she then asked, turning round to me.</p> -<p>Would I play? Play for an audience who had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> arrived at such a moment! I +<p>Would I play? Play for an audience who had<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> arrived at such a moment! I did not wait to be asked twice.</p> <p>"Would you like a dance or a little comedy?" I asked.</p> @@ -3154,7 +3105,7 @@ that they would be repaid with a meal and they did their best. I also.</p> Zerbino came out from behind a bush, and as Capi and Dulcie and Pretty-Heart passed near him, he boldly took his place amongst them.</p> -<p>While playing and watching my actors, I glanced<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> from time to time at +<p>While playing and watching my actors, I glanced<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> from time to time at the little boy. He seemed to take great pleasure in what we were doing, but he did not move. He looked as though he was lying on a stretcher. The boat had drifted right to the edge of the bank, and now I could see @@ -3191,7 +3142,7 @@ not behave himself."</p> <p>"Well, bring him on yourself."</p> <p>She signed to a man who stood near the rail. He came forward and threw a -plank across to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> bank. With my harp on my shoulder and Pretty-Heart +plank across to the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> bank. With my harp on my shoulder and Pretty-Heart in my arms I stepped up the plank.</p> <p>"The monkey! the monkey!" cried the little boy, whom the lady addressed @@ -3233,7 +3184,7 @@ listening to what I said.</p> <p>"Then how hungry you all must be!" he cried.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p><p>At this word, which the animals well knew, the dogs began to bark and +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span></p><p>At this word, which the animals well knew, the dogs began to bark and Pretty-Heart rubbed his stomach vigorously.</p> <p>"Oh, Mamma!" cried Arthur.</p> @@ -3269,7 +3220,7 @@ amazed at our appetites, for we were all as famished as one another, even Zerbino, who should have been somewhat appeased by the meat that he had stolen.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p><p>"What would you have eaten to-night if you had not met us?" asked +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span></p><p>"What would you have eaten to-night if you had not met us?" asked Arthur.</p> <p>"I don't think we should have eaten at all."</p> @@ -3306,7 +3257,7 @@ her hand and kissed it.</p> <p>"Poor little boy!" she said, almost tenderly.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p><p>She had said she would like me to play my harp: this simple pleasure I +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span></p><p>She had said she would like me to play my harp: this simple pleasure I would give her at once. I wanted to show how grateful I was. I took my instrument and, going to the end of the boat, I commenced to play softly. The lady put a little silver whistle to her lips and blew it.</p> @@ -3327,11 +3278,11 @@ behind us fell the oblique rays from the setting sun.</p> kept it in his, and I played to them all the pieces that my master had taught me.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XI"></a>CHAPTER XI</h2> <h3>ANOTHER BOY'S MOTHER</h3> @@ -3351,7 +3302,7 @@ nothing from his brother, for seven months after the death of her husband, Mrs. Milligan's second son, Arthur, was born.</p> <p>But the doctors said that this frail, delicate child could not live. He -might die at any moment. In<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> the event of his death, Mr. James Milligan +might die at any moment. In<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> the event of his death, Mr. James Milligan would succeed to the fortune. He waited and hoped, but the doctors' predictions were not fulfilled. Arthur lived. It was his mother's care that saved him. When he had to be strapped to a board, she could not @@ -3376,7 +3327,7 @@ and they used to rub my cheeks, and Vitalis and I had more often slept without sheets, and those at the cheap lodging houses at which we stayed were just as rough as Mother Barberin's.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p><p>I woke early, for I wanted to know how my animals had passed the night. +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span></p><p>I woke early, for I wanted to know how my animals had passed the night. I found them all at the place where I had installed them the night before, and sleeping as though the beautiful barge had been their home for several months. The dogs jumped up as I approached, but @@ -3400,7 +3351,7 @@ and I went off into the fields with my troop.</p> <p>The time passed, playing with the dogs and chasing Pretty-Heart; when we returned the horses were harnessed and the barge in readiness to start. As soon as we were all on the boat the horses began to trot along the -towing path; we glided over the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> water without feeling a movement, and +towing path; we glided over the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> water without feeling a movement, and the only sound to be heard was the song of the birds, the swish of the water against the boat, and the tinkle of bells around the horses' necks.</p> @@ -3436,7 +3387,7 @@ are going to work."</p> from a book she held in her hand. He seemed to be having great difficulty in mastering it, but his mother was very patient.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p><p>"No," she said at last, "Arthur, you don't know it, at all."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span></p><p>"No," she said at last, "Arthur, you don't know it, at all."</p> <p>"I can't, Mamma, I just can't," he said, plaintively. "I'm sick."</p> @@ -3469,7 +3420,7 @@ fable called "The Wolf and the Sheep." She read it through three times, then gave the book back to Arthur and told him to learn it alone. She went inside the boat.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p><p>I could see Arthur's lips moving. He certainly was trying very hard. +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span></p><p>I could see Arthur's lips moving. He certainly was trying very hard. But soon he took his eyes off the book; his lips stopped moving. His look wandered everywhere, but not back to his book. Suddenly he caught my eye; I made a sign to him to go on with his lesson. He smiled, as @@ -3507,7 +3458,7 @@ almost perfect.</p> <p>"How did you learn it?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p><p>"I listened while your mother read it, but I listened attentively +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span></p><p>"I listened while your mother read it, but I listened attentively without looking about to see what was going on round about me."</p> <p>He reddened, and turned away his eyes.</p> @@ -3545,7 +3496,7 @@ hour he had mastered it.</p> <p>"Oh, how pleased mamma will be!" he cried.</p> <p>When his mother came out she seemed displeased that we were together. -She thought that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> we had been playing, but Arthur did not give her time +She thought that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> we had been playing, but Arthur did not give her time to say a word.</p> <p>"I know it!" he cried. "Remi has taught it to me."</p> @@ -3575,7 +3526,7 @@ with his animals to amuse a sick child, but this lesson drew me apart from the dogs and the monkey. I was, from now, a companion, almost a friend, to the sick boy.</p> -<p>From that day there was a change in Mrs. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>Milligan's manner toward me, +<p>From that day there was a change in Mrs. <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span>Milligan's manner toward me, and between Arthur and myself there grew a strong friendship. I never once felt the difference in our positions; this may have been due to Mrs. Milligan's kindness, for she often spoke to me as though I were her @@ -3602,7 +3553,7 @@ would call out "Encore," and I would play the piece over again.</p> Barberin's fireside, and who had tramped the high roads with Signor Vitalis. What a difference between the dish of boiled potatoes that my poor foster mother had given me and the delicious tarts, jellies, and -creams that Mrs. Milligan's cook made! What a contrast <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>between the long +creams that Mrs. Milligan's cook made! What a contrast <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span>between the long tramps in the mud, the pouring rain, the scorching sun, trudging behind Vitalis, ... and this ride on the beautiful barge!</p> @@ -3628,17 +3579,17 @@ her mother now, for she was not my mother....</p> <p>I was alone.... I should always be alone.... Nobody's boy.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p><p>I was old enough to know that one should not expect to have too much +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></p><p>I was old enough to know that one should not expect to have too much from this world, and I thought that, as I had no family, no father or mother, I should be thankful that I had friends. And I was happy, so happy on that barge. But, alas! it was not to last long. The day was drawing near for me to take up my old life again.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XII"></a>CHAPTER XII</h2> <h3>THE MASTER'S CONSENT</h3> @@ -3663,7 +3614,7 @@ was the most abject thing in the world to be a foundling. I did not want Mrs. Milligan and Arthur to know. Would they not have turned from me in disdain!</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p><p>"Mamma, we must keep Remi," continued Arthur.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span></p><p>"Mamma, we must keep Remi," continued Arthur.</p> <p>"I should be very pleased to keep Remi with us," replied Mrs. Milligan; "we are so fond of him. But there are two things; first, Remi would have @@ -3693,7 +3644,7 @@ going tramping along the roads."</p> <p>"There, there, you see, Mamma!" interrupted Arthur.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p><p>"All that we have to do now," continued Mrs. Milligan, "is to get his +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span></p><p>"All that we have to do now," continued Mrs. Milligan, "is to get his master's consent. I will write and ask him if he will come here, for we cannot return to Toulouse. I will send him his fare, and explain to him the reason why we cannot take the train. I'll invite him here, and I do @@ -3719,7 +3670,7 @@ on board the <i>Swan</i>. What could I do? What say?</p> <p>Perhaps Vitalis would not give me up, then they would never know the truth. My shame and fear of them finding out the truth was so great that -I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> began to hope that Vitalis would insist upon me staying with him.</p> +I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> began to hope that Vitalis would insist upon me staying with him.</p> <p>Three days later Mrs. Milligan received a reply to the letter she had sent Vitalis. He said that he would be pleased to come and see her, and @@ -3745,7 +3696,7 @@ master's arms, while Zerbino and Dulcie jumped at his feet.</p> <p>When Vitalis saw me, he put Capi down quickly, and threw his arms around me. For the first time he kissed me.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p><p>"God bless you, my boy," he said again, and again.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span></p><p>"God bless you, my boy," he said again, and again.</p> <p>My master had never been hard with me, but neither had he ever been affectionate, and I was not used to these effusions. I was touched, and @@ -3774,7 +3725,7 @@ letter, so I said nothing of her plan.</p> <p>"Yes, I'll take you up to her apartment," I said.</p> -<p>"There's no occasion for that," he replied; "I'll<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> go up alone; you wait +<p>"There's no occasion for that," he replied; "I'll<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> go up alone; you wait here for me with Pretty-Heart and the dogs."</p> <p>I had always obeyed him, but in this case I felt that it was only fair @@ -3806,7 +3757,7 @@ good-by."</p> that if I had to leave immediately it was because my master had told them about my birth.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p><p>Upon entering Mrs. Milligan's apartment I found Arthur in tears and his +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span></p><p>Upon entering Mrs. Milligan's apartment I found Arthur in tears and his mother bending over him.</p> <p>"You won't go, Remi! Oh, Remi, tell me you won't go," he sobbed.</p> @@ -3839,7 +3790,7 @@ Vitalis, but I will write to them and see what I can do."</p> <p>"Oh, no, no, don't do that," I cried.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p><p>"What do you mean?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span></p><p>"What do you mean?"</p> <p>"Oh, no, please don't."</p> @@ -3871,11 +3822,11 @@ never, never will forget you, Mrs. Milligan."</p> <p>And that was how I parted from my first boy friend.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a>CHAPTER XIII</h2> <h3>WEARY DREARY DAYS</h3> @@ -3898,7 +3849,7 @@ I had not the courage, for Vitalis was not a man with whom one dared be familiar. At first it had been fear that kept me at a distance, but now it was something vague, which resembled a sentiment of respect.</p> -<p>When I left the village I had looked upon <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>Vitalis the same as the other +<p>When I left the village I had looked upon <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>Vitalis the same as the other men of the poorer class. I was not able to make distinctions, but the two months that I had lived with Mrs. Milligan had opened my eyes and developed my intelligence. Looking at my master with more attention, it @@ -3924,7 +3875,7 @@ end of my dream.</p> <p>To make things worse, the winter was now upon us, and we had to tramp along wearily in the blinding rain and slush. At night, when we arrived -at a wretched inn, or in a barn, tired out, wet to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> skin, I could +at a wretched inn, or in a barn, tired out, wet to the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span> skin, I could not drop off to sleep with laughter on my lips. Sometimes we were frozen to the bone, and Pretty-Heart was as sad and mournful as myself.</p> @@ -3951,7 +3902,7 @@ monkey had not ceased moaning, although we had wrapped him up in plenty of coverlets.</p> <p>The next morning I got up early as I had been told. It was not yet day, -the sky was lowering and black, and there was not a star to be seen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +the sky was lowering and black, and there was not a star to be seen.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> When we opened the door a strong wind almost took us off our feet.</p> <p>"If I were in your place," said the innkeeper to Vitalis, "I wouldn't @@ -3980,7 +3931,7 @@ gusts of wind. There was no one on the roads, nor in the fields, not a sound of cart wheels, nor the crack of a whip.</p> <p>Suddenly, in the distance, we could see a pale streak which got larger -and larger as it came <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>towards us. Then we heard a sort of hissing +and larger as it came <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>towards us. Then we heard a sort of hissing murmur, the strange, harsh cry of the wild geese. The maddened flock flew over our heads; on they went, wildly fleeing from the north towards the south. Before they were out of sight, soft flakes were dropping @@ -4007,7 +3958,7 @@ Vitalis; "we cannot make Troyes."</p> far as the eye could reach there was not a house to be seen, nor anything to indicate that we were nearing a village.</p> -<p>Before us lay a forest with its dark depths, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> on either side of us +<p>Before us lay a forest with its dark depths, and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> on either side of us the hills. The snow came down faster and thicker.</p> <p>We tramped in silence. My master lifted his sheepskin now and again for @@ -4033,7 +3984,7 @@ little hut made of branches.</p> <p>We had to find the track that led to the hut. This was difficult, for the snow was already thick enough to efface all trace of a path. We scrambled through the bushes, and after crossing a ditch, we managed at -last to reach the hut and get inside.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> The dogs, in ecstasy, rolled over +last to reach the hut and get inside.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> The dogs, in ecstasy, rolled over and over on the dry ground, barking. Our satisfaction was no less keen than theirs.</p> @@ -4061,7 +4012,7 @@ wet sides to the flames.</p> <p>Pretty-Heart soon ventured to peep from under Vitalis' coat; prudently putting the end of his nose outside, he looked about to take in his surroundings. Evidently satisfied, he jumped quickly to the ground and -taking the best place before the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> fire he held out his two little +taking the best place before the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span> fire he held out his two little trembling hands to the flames.</p> <p>That morning before I had risen, Vitalis had packed some provisions. @@ -4087,7 +4038,7 @@ to pay his prison fine, and when he bought my sheepskin at Dijon he had parted with his big watch to pay for it. From the misty atmosphere it was impossible for me to tell what hour it might be.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p><p>There was not a sound to be heard; the snow seemed to have petrified +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span></p><p>There was not a sound to be heard; the snow seemed to have petrified every movement of life. I was standing in the opening of our cabin when I heard my master calling.</p> @@ -4118,7 +4069,7 @@ intelligence.</p> that the feast was over, Capi got up and smelled the bag in which the food was kept. He then placed his paw on the bag to feel it. This double investigation convinced him that there was nothing left to eat. Then, -coming back to his place before the fire, he looked at <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>Zerbino and +coming back to his place before the fire, he looked at <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span>Zerbino and Dulcie. The look clearly signified that they would get nothing more; then he stretched himself out his entire length with a sigh of resignation. "There is nothing more. It is useless to beg." He said this @@ -4144,7 +4095,7 @@ although we have nothing to fear from animals or people in this cabin, one of us must keep awake to see that the fire does not go out. We must be careful not to get cold, for it will be bitter when the snow stops."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p><p>I slept. In the small hours of the night my master woke me. The fire +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span></p><p>I slept. In the small hours of the night my master woke me. The fire was still burning, and the snow had stopped falling.</p> <p>"It's my turn to sleep now," said Vitalis; "as the fire goes down you @@ -4171,7 +4122,7 @@ pale light over the earth. It was much colder now; it was freezing hard.</p> the cold if we had not found this shelter?</p> <p>Although I had walked on tiptoe to the opening without scarcely making a -sound, I had roused the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> dogs, and Zerbino had followed me. The splendor +sound, I had roused the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span> dogs, and Zerbino had followed me. The splendor of the night was nothing to him; he looked on the scene for a moment, and then became bored and wanted to go outside. I ordered him to return to his place. Foolish dog, wasn't it better to stay by the warm fire in @@ -4197,7 +4148,7 @@ so sleepy, and yet all the time I thought that I could manage to keep awake.</p> <p>I sprang up suddenly, awakened by a violent barking! It was night. I -probably had slept for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> a long time and the fire was almost out. No +probably had slept for<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span> a long time and the fire was almost out. No flames lit the hut now. Capi was barking loudly, furiously. But, strange! there was no sound from Zerbino or Dulcie.</p> @@ -4233,7 +4184,7 @@ behind us in terror.</p> <p>What could I say? The two dogs must have gone out while I slept. Zerbino had waited until I was asleep and had then crept out, and Dulcie had -followed him. The wolves had got hold of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> them! There was fear in my +followed him. The wolves had got hold of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> them! There was fear in my master's voice when he asked for the dogs.</p> <p>"Take a torch," he said, "we must go to their aid."</p> @@ -4267,7 +4218,7 @@ answering bark.</p> <p>Yes? why? I had nothing to say.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p><p>"We must go and look for them," I said after a pause.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span></p><p>"We must go and look for them," I said after a pause.</p> <p>I went before him, but he stopped me.</p> @@ -4299,7 +4250,7 @@ before the fire, but he was not in them. I called. Vitalis called, but he did not appear.</p> <p>My master said that when he awoke the monkey was beside him, so it was -while we were out that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> he had disappeared. With our burning torches +while we were out that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> he had disappeared. With our burning torches held down to the snowy earth we started out to look for him. We found no trace of him.</p> @@ -4331,7 +4282,7 @@ this terrible weather he will catch cold, and cold is fatal for him."</p> <p>Vitalis sat down before the fire, with his head in his hands. I did not dare disturb him. I stood quite close to him, only moving occasionally to put some branches on the fire. Once or twice he got up and went to -the door. He looked at the sky,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> listened attentively, then came back +the door. He looked at the sky,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> listened attentively, then came back and sat down. I would rather that he had been angry with me, than that he should be so silent and sad.</p> @@ -4361,7 +4312,7 @@ place, he had remained crouching, without replying to our calls.</p> <p>The poor little frail creature, he must be frozen!</p> -<p>My master called him gently. He did not move.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> We thought that he was +<p>My master called him gently. He did not move.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> We thought that he was already dead. For several minutes Vitalis continued to call him, but the monkey gave no sign of life. My heart ached with remorse. How severely I was being punished! I must atone.</p> @@ -4391,7 +4342,7 @@ not wet his feet. He did not like this and soon got tired of dodging me; then, letting himself drop from branch to branch, he jumped straight onto his master's shoulders and hid himself inside his coat.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p><p>It was a great thing to have found Pretty-Heart, but that was not all. +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span></p><p>It was a great thing to have found Pretty-Heart, but that was not all. Now we had to look for the dogs.</p> <p>It was day now and easy for us to see what had happened. In the snow we @@ -4418,7 +4369,7 @@ silent, watching the wood burn.</p> <p>Each of us murmured these words; first he, then I.</p> <p>The dogs had been our friends, our companions, in good and bad fortune, -and to me in my loneliness they had meant so much. How deeply I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +and to me in my loneliness they had meant so much. How deeply I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> reproached myself for not having kept watch. The wolves would not have come to attack us in our cabin; they would have stayed in the distance, frightened by the fire.</p> @@ -4428,11 +4379,11 @@ But he said nothing. He did not even look at me. He sat with his head bent over the fire; probably wondering what would become of us without the dogs.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIV" id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XIV"></a>CHAPTER XIV</h2> <h3>THE DEATH OF PRETTY-HEART</h3> @@ -4459,7 +4410,7 @@ few yards we had to call to Capi. Poor dog, he had remained standing outside the hut, his nose turned to the spot where his companions had been taken by the wolves.</p> -<p>Ten minutes later we reached the main road.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> We passed a cart; the +<p>Ten minutes later we reached the main road.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> We passed a cart; the driver told us that within an hour we should reach a village. This was encouraging, yet it was difficult, even painful, to walk. The snow came up to my waist. Many times I asked Vitalis after Pretty-Heart. Each time @@ -4487,7 +4438,7 @@ down and eat something than go to bed.</p> <p>There was nothing to do but to obey.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p><p>There was an eiderdown quilt on the bed. Vitalis pulled it right up to +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p><p>There was an eiderdown quilt on the bed. Vitalis pulled it right up to my chin.</p> <p>"Try and get warm," he said; "the warmer you are the better."</p> @@ -4517,7 +4468,7 @@ With his brilliant eyes he looked at us imploringly as though to ask us not to torment him. Then he drew one arm from under the covers and held it out to us.</p> -<p>I wondered what he meant. I looked inquiringly<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> at Vitalis, who +<p>I wondered what he meant. I looked inquiringly<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> at Vitalis, who explained: Before I had met them Pretty-Heart had had inflammation of the lungs and they had had to bleed him, taking the blood from his arm. Knowing that he was sick now he wanted us to bleed him so that he could @@ -4548,7 +4499,7 @@ not ill!"</p> <p>"Not ill! Why, the child is delirious."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p><p>I lifted the quilt a bit and showed him Pretty-Heart, who had placed +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p><p>I lifted the quilt a bit and showed him Pretty-Heart, who had placed his little arm round my neck.</p> <p>"He's the one that's ill," I said.</p> @@ -4573,7 +4524,7 @@ And was it not interesting, from a scientific point of view, to study how these illnesses differed. The doctor soon returned from the door where he had been standing.</p> -<p>Pretty-Heart, who had probably guessed that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> this person wearing the +<p>Pretty-Heart, who had probably guessed that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> this person wearing the spectacles was a physician, again pushed out his arm.</p> <p>"Look," cried Vitalis, "he wants you to bleed him."</p> @@ -4603,7 +4554,7 @@ began to cough; the attacks tired him greatly, for his little body shook convulsively. All the money which I had, five sous, I spent on sugar sticks for him, but they made him worse instead of better. With his keen instinct, he soon noticed that every time he coughed I gave him a little -piece<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> of sugar stick. He took advantage of this and coughed every +piece<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span> of sugar stick. He took advantage of this and coughed every moment in order to get the remedy that he liked so much, and this remedy instead of curing him made him worse.</p> @@ -4629,7 +4580,7 @@ looked after. We must have a fire in the room, and medicine, and the landlady must be paid. If we pay her what we owe her, she will give us another credit."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p><p>Forty francs in this village! in the cold, and with such poor resources +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p><p>Forty francs in this village! in the cold, and with such poor resources at our command!</p> <p>While I stayed at home with Pretty-Heart, Vitalis found a hall in the @@ -4656,7 +4607,7 @@ after it had seen, heard, and applauded.</p> Capi certainly deserved to be celebrated, but I ... I was not at all convinced that I was a marvel.</p> -<p>Although Pretty-Heart was very ill at this <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>moment, when he heard the +<p>Although Pretty-Heart was very ill at this <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span>moment, when he heard the drum, he tried to get up. From the noise and Capi's barks, he seemed to guess that it was to announce our performance.</p> @@ -4683,7 +4634,7 @@ to jump to show that he was no longer sick. We know very well that if we took him out it would be his death.</p> <p>It was time for us to start. Before going, I made up a good fire and -wrapped Pretty-Heart up<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> in his coverlets. He cried again and embraced +wrapped Pretty-Heart up<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span> in his coverlets. He cried again and embraced me as much as he could, then we started.</p> <p>As we tramped through the snow, my master told me what he expected of @@ -4710,7 +4661,7 @@ lit at the entrance of our theater. The public had only to walk in and take their seats for the performance to commence.</p> <p>Alas! how long they were coming, and yet the drum at the door continued -gayly its <i>rat ta ta ta</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> All the boys in the village must have been +gayly its <i>rat ta ta ta</i>.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span> All the boys in the village must have been there. But it was not the youngsters who were likely to give us forty francs. There would have to be some important people, open-handed and generous.</p> @@ -4738,7 +4689,7 @@ Vitalis playing an accompaniment. Would Capi collect forty francs? That was the question which made my heart beat while I smiled at the public in my pleasantest manner.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p><p>I was out of breath, but I still continued to dance, for I was not to +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p><p>I was out of breath, but I still continued to dance, for I was not to stop until Capi had returned. He did not hurry himself; when he found that he did not receive a coin, he placed his paw against the person's pocket. At last I saw him about to return, and thought that I might @@ -4764,7 +4715,7 @@ into a corner of the stage, for my eyes filled with tears as I listened to his beautiful notes.</p> <p>Through a mist, I saw a young lady, who occupied the first row, clap her -hands with all her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> might. I had already noticed that she was not a +hands with all her<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> might. I had already noticed that she was not a peasant like the rest of the people in the hall. She was a lady, young and beautiful, and from her handsome fur coat I took her to be the richest woman in the village. She had with her a little child who had @@ -4803,7 +4754,7 @@ congratulate you."</p> <p>Vitalis bowed, without saying a word.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p><p>"I am a musician," continued the lady; "I am telling you this so that +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span></p><p>"I am a musician," continued the lady; "I am telling you this so that you will know how much I appreciate your superb talent."</p> <p>Superb talent! My master! The dog trainer! I was amazed.</p> @@ -4835,7 +4786,7 @@ Italian.</p> <p>I thought he was going to give me a blow, but he let his raised hand fall to his side.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p><p>"A louis," he said, as though he were coming out of a dream. "Ah, yes, +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span></p><p>"A louis," he said, as though he were coming out of a dream. "Ah, yes, poor Pretty-Heart. I had forgotten him. Let us go back to the little creature at once."</p> @@ -4855,11 +4806,11 @@ room. I turned to him.</p> you away from Mrs. Milligan. I am punished. Zerbino, Dulcie, and now Pretty-Heart and ... this is not the end!"</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XV" id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XV"></a>CHAPTER XV</h2> <h3>FAITHFUL FRIENDS</h3> @@ -4881,7 +4832,7 @@ tongue on my hand. He licked me as much as to say, "Your friend, Capi, is here with you." Then I stroked him gently, without stopping. We understood each other; we loved each other.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p><p>On the slippery snow we went straight ahead, without stopping, sleeping +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p><p>On the slippery snow we went straight ahead, without stopping, sleeping at night in a stable or in a sheepfold, with a piece of bread, alas, very small, for our meal in the evening. This was our dinner and supper in one.</p> @@ -4907,7 +4858,7 @@ his step to walk beside me.</p> <p>"Remi," he said suddenly, "we are going to part when we get to Paris."</p> <p>I looked at him. He looked at me. The sudden pallor of my face and the -trembling of my lips<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> told him what effect his words had on me. For a +trembling of my lips<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> told him what effect his words had on me. For a moment I could not speak.</p> <p>"Going to part!" I murmured at last.</p> @@ -4938,7 +4889,7 @@ getting nearer to each other."</p> <p>"No, certainly not. What would you do in the big city, all by yourself, poor child. I have no right to leave you, remember that. The day when I would not let that good lady take you and bring you up as her son, that -day I bound myself to do<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> the best I could for you. I can do nothing at +day I bound myself to do<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> the best I could for you. I can do nothing at this moment, and that is why I think it is best to part. It is only for a time. We can do better if we separate during the last months of the bad season. What can we do in Paris with all gone but Capi?"</p> @@ -4966,7 +4917,7 @@ children that he has, and you will play your harp...."</p> violin lessons to the Italian children who play on the streets. I have only to say that I will give lessons to find all the pupils I want. And, in the meantime, I will train two dogs that will replace poor Zerbino -and Dulcie.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> Then in the spring we will be together again, my little +and Dulcie.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> Then in the spring we will be together again, my little Remi. We are only passing through a bad time now; later, I will take you through Germany and England, then you will grow big and your mind will develop. I will teach you a lot of things and make a man of you. I @@ -4993,7 +4944,7 @@ have a family? Always alone in this great world! Nobody's boy!</p> <p>Vitalis had asked me to be brave. I did not wish to add to his sorrows, but it was hard, so hard, to leave him.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></p><p>As we walked down a dirty street, with heaps of snow on either side +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span></p><p>As we walked down a dirty street, with heaps of snow on either side covered with cinders and rotten vegetables, I asked: "Where are we?"</p> <p>"In Paris, my boy."</p> @@ -5002,11 +4953,11 @@ covered with cinders and rotten vegetables, I asked: "Where are we?"</p> dressed people. Was this Paris! Was I to spend the winter in a place like this, parted from Vitalis and Capi?</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVI" id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XVI"></a>CHAPTER XVI</h2> <h3>THE PADRONE</h3> @@ -5034,7 +4985,7 @@ the top of the stairs; it faces you."</p> <p>"Garofoli is the <i>padrone</i>, Remi, I told you about," said Vitalis; "this is where he lives."</p> -<p>The street, the house, the staircase was not in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> the nature to reassure +<p>The street, the house, the staircase was not in<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> the nature to reassure me. What would this new master be like?</p> <p>Without knocking, Vitalis pushed open the door at the top of the stairs, @@ -5064,7 +5015,7 @@ hopelessness. His large eyes held your own with sympathy.</p> <p>"Quite sure, Signor. That will be dinner time, and no one ever serves dinner but Signor Garofoli."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p><p>"Well, if he comes in before, tell him that Vitalis will be back in two +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span></p><p>"Well, if he comes in before, tell him that Vitalis will be back in two hours."</p> <p>"Very well, Signor."</p> @@ -5101,7 +5052,7 @@ saucepan on one side with a hinge and on the other with a padlock.</p> <p>"Why is that closed with a padlock?" I asked, inquisitively.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p><p>"So that I shan't take any of the soup. I have to look after it, but +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span></p><p>"So that I shan't take any of the soup. I have to look after it, but the boss doesn't trust me."</p> <p>I could not help smiling.</p> @@ -5129,7 +5080,7 @@ Garofoli gave me two little white mice to show to the public and I had to bring him back thirty sous every night. As many sous as you are short a day, so many blows you get. It is hard to pick up thirty sous, but the blows are hard, too, especially when it's Garofoli who gives them. So I -did everything that I could to get the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> money, but I was often short. +did everything that I could to get the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> money, but I was often short. Nearly all the other boys had their money when they returned at night, but I scarcely ever had mine and Garofoli was mad! There is another boy here, who also shows mice, and he's taxed forty sous, and he brings that @@ -5159,7 +5110,7 @@ ways. Say, ain't it cold to-day?"</p> <p>"Awful cold."</p> <p>"I didn't get fat on begging," went on the boy. "I got so pale and then, -after a time, I often heard people say: 'That poor child is starving to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> +after a time, I often heard people say: 'That poor child is starving to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span> death.' A suffering look does what good looks can't do. But you have to be very starved for that. They used to give me food. That was a good time for me, because Garofoli had stopped giving me blows just then to @@ -5185,7 +5136,7 @@ I'm sick. I want to be very ill."</p> ill, they take care of you or they let you die. If they let me die it will be all over, I shan't be hungry any more, and there'll be no more beatings. And they do say that when we die we go up and live with God. -Then, if<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> I'm up there, I can look down on Mamma and Christina, and I +Then, if<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> I'm up there, I can look down on Mamma and Christina, and I can ask God not to let my little sister be unhappy. Also, if they send me to the Hospital, I shall be pleased."</p> @@ -5211,7 +5162,7 @@ though I had not the same reason for hiding the truth from him, I did not like to tell him how terrible he looked with his great glittering eyes, his hollow cheeks, and his bloodless lips.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p><p>"I should think you're ill enough to go to the hospital," I said.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p><p>"I should think you're ill enough to go to the hospital," I said.</p> <p>"At last!"</p> @@ -5244,7 +5195,7 @@ under his arm and a big piece of wood in his hand.</p> <p>"Give it me for the fire; the soup'll be better."</p> <p>"Do you think I brought it for the soup? I've only made thirty-six sous -to-day and I thought this<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span> bit of wood might save me a beating. It's to +to-day and I thought this<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span> bit of wood might save me a beating. It's to make up for the four sous I'm short."</p> <p>"You'll have to pay. Each in his turn."</p> @@ -5278,7 +5229,7 @@ Italian?"</p> <p>"No, I'm French."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p><p>The moment Garofoli entered the room two small boys took their places, +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span></p><p>The moment Garofoli entered the room two small boys took their places, one on each side of him, and were waiting until he had finished speaking. Then one took his felt hat and placed it carefully on the bed, and the other brought forward a chair. They did this with the same @@ -5307,7 +5258,7 @@ burning; "now to business, my little angels. Bring the book, Mattia."</p> <p>"You owe me a sou from yesterday; you promised to bring it to-day. How much have you brought?"</p> -<p>The child hesitated for a long time, his face<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> showing distress, "I'm +<p>The child hesitated for a long time, his face<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> showing distress, "I'm one sou short," he said at last.</p> <p>"Ah, you're one sou short."</p> @@ -5342,7 +5293,7 @@ wood.</p> <p>"How much are you short, you there?" demanded Garofoli.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p><p>"It's not my fault."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span></p><p>"It's not my fault."</p> <p>"And the one who says 'it's not my fault' will get an extra cut. How much is missing?"</p> @@ -5377,11 +5328,11 @@ dearie; you are working for your bread."</p> witness this chastisement.</p> <p>I, in my corner, trembled with indignation and fear. This was the man -who was going to be my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> master. If I did not bring him back the thirty +who was going to be my<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> master. If I did not bring him back the thirty or forty sous that he demanded of me, I should have to be whipped by Ricardo. Ah, I understood now how Mattia could speak of death so calmly.</p> -<div class="center"><a name="scan0398.jpg" id="scan0398.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0398.jpg" width='471' height='700' alt="FOR EACH CRY YOU WILL RECEIVE ANOTHER SLASH" /></div> +<div class="center"><a id="scan0398.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0398.jpg" alt="FOR EACH CRY YOU WILL RECEIVE ANOTHER SLASH" style="width: 471px; height: 700px"></div> <h4>"FOR EACH CRY YOU WILL RECEIVE ANOTHER SLASH."</h4> @@ -5412,7 +5363,7 @@ affection or gratitude you will keep silent. Go on, Ricardo."</p> <p>Thank God, I saw no more of this frightful torture, for at this moment the door was thrown open and Vitalis entered.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p><p>In a glance, he understood all. He had heard the shrieks while climbing +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span></p><p>In a glance, he understood all. He had heard the shrieks while climbing the stairs. Running to Ricardo, he snatched the whip from him, then, wheeling round upon Garofoli, he stood before him with folded arms.</p> @@ -5446,7 +5397,7 @@ head in shame?"</p> <p>My master was silent. Shame! His shame! I was amazed, but before I had time to think, he had taken me by the hand.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p><p>"Come, Remi," he said. And he drew me to the door.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span></p><p>"Come, Remi," he said. And he drew me to the door.</p> <p>"Oh," cried Garofoli, now laughing, "I thought you wanted to talk to me, old fellow."</p> @@ -5458,11 +5409,11 @@ tightly by the hand. With what relief I followed him! I had escaped from that tyrant! If I had dared I would have thrown my arms around Vitalis' neck.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVII" id="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XVII"></a>CHAPTER XVII</h2> <h3>POOR VITALIS</h3> @@ -5491,7 +5442,7 @@ him."</p> <p>"Oh, you are so good!"</p> <p>"Perhaps in this old, hardened vagabond there is still a bit of the -young man's heart left. This<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> old vagabond calculated shrewdly, but the +young man's heart left. This<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> old vagabond calculated shrewdly, but the young man still in him upset all.... Now, where to go?" he murmured.</p> <p>It was already late and the cold had increased. It was going to be a @@ -5522,7 +5473,7 @@ with frozen snow and he searched in vain. With drooping ears he trotted on to catch up with us.</p> <p>After the big streets, more alleys; after the alleys, more big streets; -we walked on, and on; the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> few pedestrians that we met stared at us in +we walked on, and on; the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span> few pedestrians that we met stared at us in astonishment. Was it our costumes? Was it the tired way we plodded along which arrested their attention? The policemen that we passed turned round and followed us with a glance.</p> @@ -5549,7 +5500,7 @@ our clothing to our bodies. Fortunately, it was at our backs, but as the sleeves of my coat were all torn near the shoulders, it blew in and slipped along my arms, chilling me to the bone.</p> -<p>Although it was dark and the streets <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>continually crossed each other, +<p>Although it was dark and the streets <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span>continually crossed each other, Vitalis walked like a man who knows his way, and was perfectly sure of his road. So I followed, feeling sure that we should not lose ourselves. Suddenly, he stopped.</p> @@ -5587,7 +5538,7 @@ going.</p> <p>"Let us walk for another five minutes and, if we do not see the trees, we will come back here. I might have made a mistake on the road."</p> -<p>Now that I knew that we had gone astray, I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> seemed to have no more +<p>Now that I knew that we had gone astray, I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> seemed to have no more strength left. Vitalis pulled me by the arm.</p> <p>"Come, come."</p> @@ -5625,7 +5576,7 @@ nothing. I knew then that his sight was going.</p> <p>"What is that light to us?" he asked; "it is a lamp burning on the table of some worker, or it's near the bed of a dying person. We cannot go -and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> knock at those doors. Away in the country, during the night, you +and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span> knock at those doors. Away in the country, during the night, you can ask hospitality, but so near Paris ... we must not expect hospitality here. Come."</p> @@ -5667,7 +5618,7 @@ hand."</p> <p>"Here is a wall."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p><p>"No, it's a heap of stones."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span></p><p>"No, it's a heap of stones."</p> <p>"No, I am sure it's a wall."</p> @@ -5708,7 +5659,7 @@ Let us walk on. Can you still walk a bit further, my child."</p> <p>"Oh, but you?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p><p>"When I can go no farther, I shall fall down like an old horse."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span></p><p>"When I can go no farther, I shall fall down like an old horse."</p> <p>"Where shall we go?"</p> @@ -5737,7 +5688,7 @@ us go on."</p> <p>But he had more will than strength. After a moment he stopped again.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p><p>"I must rest a little," he said, feebly; "I can't go on."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span></p><p>"I must rest a little," he said, feebly; "I can't go on."</p> <p>There was a gate leading to a big garden. The wind had blown a lot of straw, that covered a manure heap near the gate, into the street.</p> @@ -5767,7 +5718,7 @@ Alas! it was the last.</p> tried to keep them open, but I could not. I pinched my arms, but there was no feeling in my flesh. On my legs, which were drawn up to my chest, Capi slept already. The wind blew the wisps of straw upon us like dried -leaves that fall from a tree. There was not<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> a soul in the street, and +leaves that fall from a tree. There was not<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> a soul in the street, and around us was the silence of death.</p> <p>This silence frightened me. Of what was I afraid? I did not know, but a @@ -5783,11 +5734,11 @@ left Chavanon, and joined Arthur and Mrs. Milligan on the <i>Swan</i>. Then my eyes closed again, my heart seemed to grow heavy, and I remembered no more.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XVIII" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XVIII"></a>CHAPTER XVIII</h2> <h3>NEW FRIENDS</h3> @@ -5814,7 +5765,7 @@ tell me the truth at once.</p> <p>They told me that my poor master was dead. The gardener, who lived on the grounds outside of which we had fallen exhausted, had found us early -the next morning, when he and his son were <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span>starting off with their +the next morning, when he and his son were <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span>starting off with their vegetables and flowers to the markets. They found us lying, huddled together in the snow, with a little covering of their straw over us. Vitalis was already dead, and I should have died but Capi had crept up @@ -5844,7 +5795,7 @@ display of grief. The more he moaned, the more they had laughed.</p> <p>The gardener and his children left me alone. Not knowing quite what to do or what I was going to do, I got up and dressed. My harp had been placed at the foot of the bed upon which I was lying. I passed the strap -over my shoulder and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span> went into the room where the family were. I should +over my shoulder and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span> went into the room where the family were. I should have to go, but where? While in bed I had not felt very weak, but now I could scarcely stand; I was obliged to hold on to a chair to keep from falling. The odor of the soup was too much for me. I was reminded @@ -5872,7 +5823,7 @@ had been able.</p> <p>"Take it, my boy," he said. "What Lise gives is given with a kind heart. There is more if you want more."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p><p>If I want more! The bowl of soup was swallowed in a few seconds. When I +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span></p><p>If I want more! The bowl of soup was swallowed in a few seconds. When I put down the soup, Lise, who had remained standing before me, heaved a little sigh of content. Then she took my bowl and held it out to her father to have it refilled, and when it was full she brought it to me @@ -5908,7 +5859,7 @@ had any supper the night before.</p> <p>"No."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p><p>"Where do you live?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p><p>"Where do you live?"</p> <p>"We hadn't any home. We only got to the city yesterday."</p> @@ -5938,7 +5889,7 @@ father was delighted. When the waltz was finished the child came and made me a pretty curtsy. I would have played for her all day, but the father thought she had danced enough so, instead, I sang the Neapolitan song that Vitalis had taught me. Lise stood opposite me, moving her lips -as though repeating the words. Then, suddenly, she turned<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> round and +as though repeating the words. Then, suddenly, she turned<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> round and threw herself into her father's arms, crying.</p> <p>"That's enough music," said the father.</p> @@ -5967,7 +5918,7 @@ Lise jumped off her father's knee and came up and took my hand.</p> <p>"Well, what do you say, boy?" asked the father.</p> <p>A family! I should have a family. I should not be alone. The man I had -lived with for several years, who had been almost a father to me, was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> +lived with for several years, who had been almost a father to me, was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> dead, and dear, good Capi, my companion and friend, whom I loved so much, was lost. I had thought that all was over for me, and here was this good man offering to take me into his family. Life would begin @@ -5991,7 +5942,7 @@ Lise, the youngest of the family.</p> <p>Lise was dumb. She was not born dumb, but just before her fourth birthday, through an illness, she had lost the power of speech. This -affliction, fortunately, had not impaired her intelligence;<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span> quite the +affliction, fortunately, had not impaired her intelligence;<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span> quite the contrary, her intelligence was developed to an extraordinary degree. She seemed to understand everything. And her sweet, pretty ways made her adored by the family.</p> @@ -6022,7 +5973,7 @@ and his whole body trembling, he licked my face.</p> <p>My question was understood.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span></p><p>"Well, Capi will remain with you, of course," said the father.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span></p><p>"Well, Capi will remain with you, of course," said the father.</p> <p>As though he knew what we were saying, the dog jumped to the ground and putting his paw straight on his heart, he bowed. It made the children @@ -6051,7 +6002,7 @@ husband.</p> <p>"And now?..." inquired the commissioner.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></p><p>"We are going to take care of him," interrupted my new friend; "that +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span></p><p>"We are going to take care of him," interrupted my new friend; "that is, if you will let us."</p> <p>The commissioner was willing to confide me to his care and complimented @@ -6081,7 +6032,7 @@ him about Vitalis.</p> Balzini, and if you had lived thirty-five or forty years ago in Italy, that name alone would tell you all you want to know. Carlo Balzini was the greatest singer of the day. He sang in Naples, Rome, Milan, Venice, -Florence,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span> London and Paris. Then came the time when he lost his +Florence,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span> London and Paris. Then came the time when he lost his magnificent voice, and as he could not be the greatest of singers, he would not dim his fame by singing on cheaper stages unworthy of his great reputation. Instead he preferred to hide himself from the world @@ -6094,11 +6045,11 @@ matter of chance that I learned his secret."</p> <p>Poor Carlo Balzini; dear, dear Vitalis!</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XIX" id="CHAPTER_XIX"></a>CHAPTER XIX</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XIX"></a>CHAPTER XIX</h2> <h3>DISASTER</h3> @@ -6120,7 +6071,7 @@ the other people I met. It seemed surprising that she could live in our life; in my boyish imagination I could picture her flying away with big white wings to a more beautiful world.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p><p>I was ill for a very long time. At night, when I was almost +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span></p><p>I was ill for a very long time. At night, when I was almost suffocating, I had to have some one to sit up with me; then Alexix and Benny would take turns. At last I was convalescent, and then it was Lise who replaced Etiennette and walked with me down by the river. Of course @@ -6144,7 +6095,7 @@ cleverest florists round about Paris. After the wall flower season was over other flowers replaced them.</p> <p>For many weeks we had been working very hard, as the season promised to -be an especially good one. We had not even taken a rest on Sunday, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> +be an especially good one. We had not even taken a rest on Sunday, but<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> as all the flowers were now perfect and ready for the approaching season, it was decided that, for a reward, we were all to go and have dinner on Sunday, August 5th, with one of M. Acquin's friends, who was @@ -6177,7 +6128,7 @@ storm."</p> <p>"If the wind rises, all the glasses will be upset."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p><p>We all knew the value of those glass frames and what they mean to a +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span></p><p>We all knew the value of those glass frames and what they mean to a florist. It would be terrible for us if the wind broke ours.</p> <p>"I'll hurry ahead with Benny and Alexix," the father said. "Remi can @@ -6202,7 +6153,7 @@ big gateway.</p> hailstones were as large as pigeon eggs; as they fell they made a deafening sound, and every now and again we could hear the crash of broken glass. With the hailstones, as they slid from the roofs to the -street, fell all sorts<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span> of things, pieces of slate, chimney pots, tiles, +street, fell all sorts<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span> of things, pieces of slate, chimney pots, tiles, etc.</p> <p>"Oh, the glass frames!" cried Etiennette.</p> @@ -6231,7 +6182,7 @@ commenced. It lasted perhaps six minutes. The clouds swept over Paris and we were able to leave our shelter. The hailstones were thick on the ground. Lise could not walk in them in her thin shoes, so I took her on my back and carried her. Her pretty face, which was so bright when going -to the party, was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> now grief-stricken and the tears rolled down her +to the party, was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span> now grief-stricken and the tears rolled down her cheeks.</p> <p>Before long we reached the house. The big gates were open and we went @@ -6257,7 +6208,7 @@ himself. The man who had sold him the ground had also lent him the money to buy the necessary materials required by a florist. The amount was payable in yearly payments for fifteen years. The man was only waiting for an occasion when the florist would be late in payment to take back -the ground, house, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span>material; keeping, of course, the ten-year payments +the ground, house, <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span>material; keeping, of course, the ten-year payments that he had already received.</p> <p>This was a speculation on the man's part, for he had hoped that before @@ -6286,7 +6237,7 @@ us. One evening the father returned home more depressed than usual.</p> <p>"Children," he said, "it is all over."</p> -<p>I was about to leave the room, for I felt that he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> had something serious +<p>I was about to leave the room, for I felt that he<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> had something serious to say to his children. He signed to me to stop.</p> <p>"You are one of the family, Remi," he said sadly, "and although you are @@ -6318,7 +6269,7 @@ should be done for the best."</p> <p>It was the first time that I had written a letter, and this was a very painful one, but we still had a ray of hope. We were very ignorant -children and the fact that Aunt Catherine was coming, and that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> she was +children and the fact that Aunt Catherine was coming, and that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> she was practical, made us hope that everything could be made right. But she did not come as soon as we had hoped. A few days later the father had just left the house to call on one of his friends, when he met the police @@ -6344,7 +6295,7 @@ to say.</p> <p>Aunt Catherine arrived an hour later. We were still crying bitterly. For a country woman who had no education or money, the responsibility that had fallen upon her was heavy. A family of destitute children, the -eldest not yet sixteen, the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> youngest a dumb girl. Aunt Catherine had +eldest not yet sixteen, the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> youngest a dumb girl. Aunt Catherine had been a nurse in a lawyer's family; she at once called upon this man to ask his advice, and it was he who decided our fate. When she returned from the lawyer's, she told us what had been arranged. Lise was to go @@ -6376,7 +6327,7 @@ expression that said more than words.</p> live with us, but we can't always get what we want. You're my niece, and if my man makes a face when I take you home, all I've to tell him is that you're a relation, and I'm going to have you with me. It will be -like<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> that with your other uncles and aunts. They will take a relation, +like<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> that with your other uncles and aunts. They will take a relation, but not strangers."</p> <p>I felt there was nothing to say. What she said was only too true. I was @@ -6405,7 +6356,7 @@ to-morrow?" asked Etiennette.</p> <p>"I don't want a job. If I take a job I shall have to stay in Paris, and I shan't see you again. I'm going to put on my sheepskin and take my -harp, and go first to one place and then to another where<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> you are all +harp, and go first to one place and then to another where<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> you are all going to live. I shall see you all one after the other, and I'll carry the news from one to the other, so you'll all be in touch. I haven't forgotten my songs nor my dance music, and I'll get enough money to @@ -6440,7 +6391,7 @@ her brothers and sister.</p> <p>"You want me first to go to Varses, then Esnandes and then Saint-Quentin?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></p><p>She smiled and nodded, pleased that I understood.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></p><p>She smiled and nodded, pleased that I understood.</p> <p>"Why?"</p> @@ -6468,7 +6419,7 @@ be so pleased if you will."</p> <p>Of the five of us, Alexix was the only one who cared very much for money. We always made fun of his greed; he saved up sou by sou, counting his hoard continually, he was always very proud when he had a brand new -piece. His offer touched<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> me to the heart; I wanted to refuse, but he +piece. His offer touched<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> me to the heart; I wanted to refuse, but he insisted, and slipped a shiny silver piece into my hand. I knew that his friendship for me must be very strong if he were willing to share his treasure with me.</p> @@ -6498,7 +6449,7 @@ garden. They all got into the cab. I lifted Lise onto her aunt's lap. I stood there half dazed, then the aunt gently pushed me away and closed the door. They were off.</p> -<p>Through a mist I watched Lise as she leaned<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> out of the window waving +<p>Through a mist I watched Lise as she leaned<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> out of the window waving her hand to me, then the cab sharply turned the corner of the street and all I could see was a cloud of dust.</p> @@ -6535,11 +6486,11 @@ the stay had done me good. It had given me strength and I had made dear friends. I was not now alone in the world, and I had an object in life, to be useful and give pleasure to those I loved.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XX" id="CHAPTER_XX"></a>CHAPTER XX</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XX"></a>CHAPTER XX</h2> <h3>MATTIA</h3> @@ -6561,7 +6512,7 @@ him now that I was alone.</p> <p>I did not dare walk across Paris with Capi running at my heels. I was afraid that a policeman would stop and question me. My greatest fear was -the police. I tied a string to Capi's collar.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> I was loath to do this, +the police. I tied a string to Capi's collar.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span> I was loath to do this, for I knew that it hurt his self-respect, but it had to be, and in this humiliating manner I dragged him along to the Clichy prison, where M. Acquin was serving his sentence. For some moments I looked in a sort of @@ -6594,7 +6545,7 @@ wandering life."</p> <p>"And if I do what you ask I should be thinking of myself and not of you ... of Lise."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></p><p>This time he looked at me for several seconds, then he suddenly took +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></p><p>This time he looked at me for several seconds, then he suddenly took both my hands.</p> <p>"You have a heart, and I will not say another word, my boy. God will @@ -6624,7 +6575,7 @@ object in my pocket. My watch!</p> <p>All my grief was forgotten for the moment. My watch! My very own watch by which I could tell the time. I pulled it out to see the hour. Midday! It was a matter of small importance whether it was midday, ten o'clock -or two o'clock. Yet, I was very pleased that it was midday. It<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> would +or two o'clock. Yet, I was very pleased that it was midday. It<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> would have been hard to say why, but such was the case. I knew that it was midday; my watch told me so. What an affair! It seemed to me that a watch was a sort of confidential friend of whom one could ask advice and @@ -6656,7 +6607,7 @@ I had not counted upon.</p> <p>Forward march, children!</p> -<p>I took one last look at the prison, behind the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> walls of which little +<p>I took one last look at the prison, behind the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> walls of which little Lise's father was shut, then went on my way.</p> <p>The thing I needed most of all was a map of France. Knowing that in the @@ -6684,7 +6635,7 @@ I used to suffer with my head then."</p> <p>He glanced round before replying, then lowering his voice he said: "Garofoli is in prison. They took him because he beat Orlando to death."</p> -<p>I was shocked at this. I was pleased to hear<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> that they had put Garofoli +<p>I was shocked at this. I was pleased to hear<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> that they had put Garofoli in prison, and for the first time I thought the prisons, which inspired me with so much horror, had their use.</p> @@ -6716,7 +6667,7 @@ roll, which I offered him. He devoured it in a moment.</p> <p>"Now," I said, "what do you want to do?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></p><p>"I don't know. I was trying to sell my violin when you spoke to me, and +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span></p><p>"I don't know. I was trying to sell my violin when you spoke to me, and I would have sold it before, if I hadn't hated to part with it. My violin is all I have and when I'm sad, I find a spot where I can be alone and play to myself. Then I see all sorts of beautiful things in @@ -6755,7 +6706,7 @@ me; I shall die of hunger!"</p> would be to die of hunger.</p> <p>"I can play the violin, and I can dislocate," said Mattia breathlessly. -"I can dance on the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span> tight rope, I can sing, I'll do anything you like. +"I can dance on the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span> tight rope, I can sing, I'll do anything you like. I'll be your servant; I'll obey you. I don't ask for money; food only. And if I do badly, you can beat me, that is understood. All that I ask is, that you won't strike me on the head; that also must be understood, @@ -6785,7 +6736,7 @@ helps the other. The one who has it gives to the one who hasn't."</p> <p>I left Paris by this route because I wanted to see Mother Barberin. How many times I had wanted to write to her and tell her that I thought of -her, and that I loved her with all my heart, but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> the horrible fear of +her, and that I loved her with all my heart, but<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> the horrible fear of Barberin restrained me. If Barberin found me by means of my letter, he might take me and sell me to another man. He probably had the right to do so. I preferred that Mother Barberin should think that I was an @@ -6814,7 +6765,7 @@ slightly used.</p> <p>"I've only got my violin."</p> <p>"Well, we'll go shares, now we're chums; you'll have two shirts, two -pairs of socks, and three <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span>handkerchiefs, but as it's only fair that we +pairs of socks, and three <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span>handkerchiefs, but as it's only fair that we go shares in everything, you'll carry my bag for one hour and I'll carry it for another."</p> @@ -6846,7 +6797,7 @@ how you play the violin."</p> <p>He began to play, while I boldly stuck the points of my scissors into my trousers a little above the knee. I commenced to cut the cloth.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p><p>Yet, however, they were a beautiful pair of gray cloth trousers, with +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p><p>Yet, however, they were a beautiful pair of gray cloth trousers, with vest and coat to match, and I had been so proud of them when M. Acquin had given them to me, but I did not consider that I was spoiling them by shortening them, quite the contrary.</p> @@ -6879,7 +6830,7 @@ worthy of each other.</p> <p>We had to stop at the first village to give a performance. It was to be the "First appearance of Remi's Company."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span></p><p>"Teach me your song," said Mattia; "we'll sing it together, and I'll +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span></p><p>"Teach me your song," said Mattia; "we'll sing it together, and I'll soon be able to accompany you on the violin. That'll be pretty."</p> <p>Certainly, that would be pretty, and the "distinguished audience" would @@ -6910,7 +6861,7 @@ our places up in a wagon.</p> <p>"Yes."</p> <p>He struck a few notes on his violin. By luck I knew the air. We were -saved. Although Mattia<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span> and I had never played together, we did not do +saved. Although Mattia<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span> and I had never played together, we did not do badly. It is true the people had not much ear for music.</p> <p>"Can one of you play the cornet?" asked the big man with the red face.</p> @@ -6938,7 +6889,7 @@ franc piece in the cap. The cap was full of silver coins. What a fortune!</p> <p>We were invited to supper, and they gave us a place to sleep in the hay -loft. The next day when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span> we left this hospitable farm we had a capital +loft. The next day when<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span> we left this hospitable farm we had a capital of twenty-eight francs!</p> <p>"I owe this to you, Mattia," I said, after we had counted it; "I could @@ -6967,7 +6918,7 @@ would lead it by a rope, right into Mother Barberin's yard.</p> <p>"A cow!" she would say; "you've made a mistake, my boy," and she would sigh.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p><p>"No, I haven't," Mattia would answer; "you're Mother Barberin of +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span></p><p>"No, I haven't," Mattia would answer; "you're Mother Barberin of Chevanon, aren't you? Well, the prince (like in fairy tales) has sent you this as a present."</p> @@ -6996,7 +6947,7 @@ landlady.</p> <p>"This little musician wants to know how much a cow costs, not a very large one, but a very healthy one that'll give plenty of milk!"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p><p>Every one laughed. I didn't care, though.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span></p><p>Every one laughed. I didn't care, though.</p> <p>"Yes, she must give good milk and not eat too much," I said.</p> @@ -7020,11 +6971,11 @@ act the fairy tale, "The Prince's Cow."</p> <p>I told Mattia of my plan and he raised no objections.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXI" id="CHAPTER_XXI"></a>CHAPTER XXI</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXI"></a>CHAPTER XXI</h2> <h3>MEETING OLD FRIENDS</h3> @@ -7049,7 +7000,7 @@ cloud of smoke.</p> whether he lived in the town itself or outside. I simply knew that he worked in a mine called the "Truyère."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p><p>Upon entering the town I asked where this mine was situated, and I was +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p><p>Upon entering the town I asked where this mine was situated, and I was directed to the left bank of the river Divonne, in a little dale, traversed by a ravine, after which the mine had been named. This dale is as unattractive as the town.</p> @@ -7080,7 +7031,7 @@ ashamed of this reception, for I felt that Mattia would wonder what it meant. Why should we have tramped so many miles for this.</p> <p>It seemed to me that Mattia would have a poor idea of my friends, and -that when I should speak<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> to him of Lise he would not listen to me with +that when I should speak<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> to him of Lise he would not listen to me with the same interest. And I wanted him very much to like Lise. The cold welcome that the aunt had given us did not encourage me to return to the house, so at a little before six o'clock, Mattia, Capi, and I went to @@ -7103,7 +7054,7 @@ had raced with me down the garden paths in his clean shirt, turned up to the elbows, and his collar thrown open, showing his White skin.</p> <p>"It's Remi," he cried, turning to a man of about forty years, who walked -near him, and who had a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> kind, frank face like M. Acquin. This was not +near him, and who had a<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> kind, frank face like M. Acquin. This was not surprising, considering that they were brothers. I knew that this was Uncle Gaspard.</p> @@ -7135,7 +7086,7 @@ for a reply.</p> <p>When we arrived at the house, Uncle Gaspard invited us to supper; never did an invitation give me such pleasure, for I had wondered as we -walked<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> along if we should have to part at the door, the aunt's welcome +walked<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> along if we should have to part at the door, the aunt's welcome not having given us much hope.</p> <p>"Here's Remi and his friend," said the father, entering the house.</p> @@ -7165,7 +7116,7 @@ can stay here with Alexix. We'll get a job for Mattia also, but not in playing the cornet, oh no."</p> <p>I had no intention of staying at Varses; there was something else I had -set myself to do. I was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> about to leave the town without my curiosity +set myself to do. I was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> about to leave the town without my curiosity being satisfied when circumstances came about in which I learned, in all their horror, the dangers to which the miners are exposed.</p> @@ -7191,7 +7142,7 @@ had found leaning up against the church; much less was he the monster whom I had seen for the first time in Garofoli's attic, looking after the soup, and from time to time clasping his hands over his poor aching head. Mattia never had a headache now. He was never unhappy, neither was -he thin or sad. The beautiful sun and the fresh air had given him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> +he thin or sad. The beautiful sun and the fresh air had given him<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> health and spirits. On our tramps he was always laughing and in a good humor, seeing the best side of everything, amused at anything, happy at nothing. How lonely I would have been without him!</p> @@ -7216,18 +7167,18 @@ far down the gallery I instinctively looked back, but the daylight at the end of the long black tube looked like a white globe,—like the moon in a dark, starless sky. Soon the big, black pit yawned before us. Down below I could see the swaying lamps of other miners as they descended -the ladder. We reached<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span> the stall where Uncle Gaspard worked on the +the ladder. We reached<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span> the stall where Uncle Gaspard worked on the second level. All those employed in pushing the cars were young boys, with the exception of one whom they called Professor. He was an old man who, in his younger days had worked as a carpenter in the mine but through an accident, which had crushed his fingers, had been obliged to give up his trade. I was soon to learn what it meant to be a miner.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXII" id="CHAPTER_XXII"></a>CHAPTER XXII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXII"></a>CHAPTER XXII</h2> <h3>IMPRISONED IN A MINE</h3> @@ -7258,7 +7209,7 @@ rapidly.</p> <p>"You go first," said the old man when we reached the ladder.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></p><p>We were not in a position to show politeness. Uncle Gaspard went first, +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span></p><p>We were not in a position to show politeness. Uncle Gaspard went first, I followed, then came the professor. Before we had reached the top of the ladder a rush of water fell, extinguishing our lamps.</p> @@ -7286,7 +7237,7 @@ was to make fun of him, but the strongest man there had lost his nerve and it was the voice of the old man, whom they had mocked so often, that they were now ready to obey. A lamp was handed to him. He seized it and dragged me along with him, taking the lead. He, more than any man, knew -every nook and corner<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span> of the mine. The water was up to my waist. The +every nook and corner<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span> of the mine. The water was up to my waist. The professor led us to the nearest airshaft. Two miners refused to enter, saying that we were throwing ourselves into a blind alley. They continued along the gallery and we never saw them again.</p> @@ -7316,7 +7267,7 @@ professor, Uncle Gaspard, three miners, Pages, Comperou and Bergounhoux, and a car pusher named Carrory, and myself.</p> <p>The noise in the mine continued with the same violence; there are no -words with which to <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span>describe the horrible uproar. It seemed to us that +words with which to <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span>describe the horrible uproar. It seemed to us that our last hour had come. Mad with fear, we gazed at one another, questioningly.</p> @@ -7346,7 +7297,7 @@ flame in your lamps, how short it is now."</p> <p>"I am not trying to be a wizard, but we shan't be drowned. We are in a bell of air, and it is this compressed air which stops the water from rising. This airshaft, without an outlet, is doing for us what the -diving bell does for the diver. The air<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> has accumulated in the shaft +diving bell does for the diver. The air<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> has accumulated in the shaft and now resists the water, which ebbs back."</p> <p>"It is the foul air that we have to fear.... The water is not rising a @@ -7379,7 +7330,7 @@ shrieking:</p> <p>The air was heavy to breathe; I felt suffocated; there was a buzzing in my ears. I was afraid, afraid of the water, the darkness, and death. -The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span> silence oppressed me, the uneven, jagged walls of our place of +The<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span> silence oppressed me, the uneven, jagged walls of our place of refuge seemed as though they would fall and crush me beneath their weight. Should I never see Lise again, and Arthur, and Mrs. Milligan, and dear old Mattia. Would they be able to make little Lise understand @@ -7405,7 +7356,7 @@ off the water."</p> accomplish this task. All realized that we should have to remain at least eight days in our tomb. Eight days! I had heard of miners being imprisoned for twenty-four days, but that was in a story and this was -reality. When I was able to fully grasp what this meant,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span> I paid no heed +reality. When I was able to fully grasp what this meant,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span> I paid no heed to the talk around me. I was stunned.</p> <p>Again there was silence. All were plunged in thought. How long we @@ -7439,7 +7390,7 @@ us all," he said.</p> <p>Carrory's boot was handed to me, and I prepared to slip down the bank.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p><p>"Wait a minute," said the professor; "let me give you a hand."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p><p>"Wait a minute," said the professor; "let me give you a hand."</p> <p>"Oh, but it's all right, professor," I replied; "if I fall in I can swim."</p> @@ -7469,7 +7420,7 @@ shoulder.</p> <p>Saved! neither one nor the other was saved. For I did not know which way to swim.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></p><p>"Speak out, you fellows!" I cried.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span></p><p>"Speak out, you fellows!" I cried.</p> <p>"Remi, where are you?"</p> @@ -7500,7 +7451,7 @@ I've got you, Remi."</p> <p>And I slept without fear, for I knew very well he would not let go of me.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p><p>We had no idea of time. We did not know if we had been there two days +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></p><p>We had no idea of time. We did not know if we had been there two days or six days. Opinions differed. We spoke no more of our deliverance. Death was in our hearts.</p> @@ -7530,7 +7481,7 @@ spite of his great strength.</p> <p>"To the water! To the water!" cried Pages and Bergounhoux, trying to get at the sinner, who was crouching behind the professor.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p><p>"If you want to throw him in the water, you'll throw me with him!"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span></p><p>"If you want to throw him in the water, you'll throw me with him!"</p> <p>"No! No!"</p> @@ -7565,7 +7516,7 @@ the boot. I got up to go and fetch some, but Pages, who had seen me, called to me to stop, and at the same moment Uncle Gaspard pulled me by the arm.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p><p>"We swore we would pay no attention to him," he said.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span></p><p>"We swore we would pay no attention to him," he said.</p> <p>For some minutes Comperou repeated that he was thirsty; seeing that we would not give him anything to drink, he rose up to go to the water @@ -7591,7 +7542,7 @@ was like an animal, was the most famished of all; he had cut up his other boot and was continually chewing the pieces of leather. Seeing what hunger had led us to, I must confess that I began to have terrible fears. Vitalis had often told me tales of men who had been shipwrecked. -In one story, a crew who had been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span> shipwrecked on a desert island where +In one story, a crew who had been<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span> shipwrecked on a desert island where there was nothing to eat, had eaten the ship's boy. Seeing my companions in such a famished state I wondered if that fate was to be mine. I knew that the professor and Uncle Gaspard would never eat me, but of Pages, @@ -7615,7 +7566,7 @@ vague and wild, and for long hours and perhaps days we laid there chattering to one another foolishly. After a time we became quieter and Bergounhoux said that before dying we should put down our last wishes. We lit a lamp and Bergounhoux wrote for us all, and we each signed the -paper. I gave my dog and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span> harp to Mattia and I expressed a wish for +paper. I gave my dog and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span> harp to Mattia and I expressed a wish for Alexix to go to Lise and kiss her for me, and give her the dried rose that was in my vest pocket. Dear little Lise....</p> @@ -7642,7 +7593,7 @@ clothes, I went into the water.</p> <p>I wondered if the space under the roof of the gallery was big enough for me to move freely. That was the question. After some strokes I found that I could swim if I went gently. I knew that there was a meeting of -galleries not far away,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span> but I had to be cautious, for if I made a +galleries not far away,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span> but I had to be cautious, for if I made a mistake in the course I should lose my way. The roof and the walls of the gallery were not enough to guide me; on the ground there was a surer guide, the rails. If I followed them I should be sure to find the @@ -7670,7 +7621,7 @@ this cold, black water.</p> <p>Then, suddenly, I heard the sounds of voices again and I knew which way to turn. After having taken a dozen strokes back, I turned to the right, -then to the left, but only found the walls.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span> Where were the rails? I was +then to the left, but only found the walls.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span> Where were the rails? I was sure now that I was in the right level, then I suddenly realized that the railroad had been carried away by the rush of waters, and that I had no guide. Under these circumstances it was impossible for me to carry @@ -7698,7 +7649,7 @@ professor huddled up against me to keep me warm.</p> <p>We knew now that our rescuers would soon reach us through the tunnel and by the water, but these last hours of our imprisonment were the hardest to bear. The blows from the picks continued, and the pumping had not -stopped for one moment. Strange, the nearer we reached the hour<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span> of our +stopped for one moment. Strange, the nearer we reached the hour<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span> of our deliverance, the weaker we grew. I was lying in the coal dust trembling, but I was not cold. We were unable to speak.</p> @@ -7723,7 +7674,7 @@ passage down the center. It was a silent crowd, for they had been requested not to excite us by their cries, but their looks spoke for their lips. In the first row I seemed to see some white surplices and gilt ornaments which shone in the sun. They were the priests, who had -come to the entrance of the mine to offer prayers<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span> for our deliverance. +come to the entrance of the mine to offer prayers<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span> for our deliverance. When we were brought out, they went down on their knees in the dust.</p> <p>Twenty arms were stretched out to take me, but the engineer would not @@ -7738,11 +7689,11 @@ this orphan child had been saved when their fathers and sons were still in the mine, ghastly corpses, drifting hither and thither in the dark waters.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXIII</h2> <h3>ONCE MORE UPON THE WAY</h3> @@ -7765,7 +7716,7 @@ head, even a sky full of snow. The open-air life suited me better, and so I told them. Every one was surprised, especially the professor. Carrory, when he met me, called me a "chicken."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span></p><p>During the time that they were all trying to persuade me to stay at +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span></p><p>During the time that they were all trying to persuade me to stay at Varses, Mattia became very preoccupied and thoughtful. I questioned him, but he always answered that nothing was the matter. It was not until I told him that we were starting off on our tramps in three days' time, @@ -7792,7 +7743,7 @@ more pleased Mother Barberin would be.</p> <p>While tramping from Paris to Varses I had begun to give Mattia reading lessons and elementary music lessons. I continued, these lessons now. Either I was not a good teacher, which was quite possible, or Mattia was -not a good pupil, which<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span> also was quite possible; the lessons were not a +not a good pupil, which<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span> also was quite possible; the lessons were not a success. Often I got angry and, shutting the book with a bang, told him that he was a thickhead.</p> @@ -7822,7 +7773,7 @@ vanity could not hold out against his last words.</p> and more than I, very often. You can take as many lessons as you like, and I'll take them with you."</p> -<p>The master, the <i>real</i> master that we required,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span> was not a villager, but +<p>The master, the <i>real</i> master that we required,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span> was not a villager, but an <i>artiste</i>, a great <i>artiste</i>, such as might be found only in important towns. Consulting our map we found that the next big town was Mendes.</p> @@ -7856,7 +7807,7 @@ naturally."</p> <p>We understood that, of course.</p> <p>Before going to sleep, we discussed all the questions that we intended -asking the celebrated <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span>professor the next day. Mattia was quite elated +asking the celebrated <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span>professor the next day. Mattia was quite elated at our luck in finding just the kind of musician we wanted.</p> <p>Next morning we took our instruments, Mattia his violin and I my harp, @@ -7883,7 +7834,7 @@ cornets, trombones, etc.</p> <p>Fluttering like a bird, the dapper little man, who was in the act of shaving a man, replied: "I am Monsieur Espinassous."</p> -<p>I glanced at Mattia as much as to say that the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span> barber musician was not +<p>I glanced at Mattia as much as to say that the<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span> barber musician was not the man we were looking for, that it would be wasting good money to consult him, but Mattia, instead of understanding my look, sat down in a chair with a deliberate air.</p> @@ -7916,7 +7867,7 @@ barber-musician was highly amused, but answered each question put to him quickly and with pleasure. When we were ready to leave he asked Mattia to play something on his violin. Mattia played a piece.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span></p><p>"And you don't know a note of music!" cried the barber, clapping his +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span></p><p>"And you don't know a note of music!" cried the barber, clapping his hands, and looking affectionately at Mattia as though he had known and loved him all his life. "It is wonderful!"</p> @@ -7946,7 +7897,7 @@ be a great musician!</p> <p>"Well, then," replied the barber, sorrowfully, "let me give you a book and you can learn what you do not know from that." He took a book out of one of the drawers, entitled, "The Theory of Music." It was old and -torn, but what did that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span> matter? Taking a pen, he sat down and wrote on +torn, but what did that<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span> matter? Taking a pen, he sat down and wrote on the first page:</p> <p>"To a child who, when he becomes celebrated, will remember the barber of @@ -7955,11 +7906,11 @@ Mendes."</p> <p>I don't know if there were any other professors of music at Mendes, but that was the only one we knew, and we never forgot him.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIV" id="CHAPTER_XXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXIV</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXIV"></a>CHAPTER XXIV</h2> <h3>FRIENDSHIP THAT IS TRUE</h3> @@ -7986,7 +7937,7 @@ milk.</p> <p>As neither of us knew by what signs one could tell a good cow, we decided to employ the services of a veterinarian. We had heard many -stories of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span> late how people had been deceived when buying a cow, and we +stories of<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span> late how people had been deceived when buying a cow, and we did not want to run any risk. It would be an expense to employ a veterinarian, but that could not be helped. We had heard of one man who had bought an animal for a very low price and when he had got her home @@ -8011,7 +7962,7 @@ veterinarian. We found one and he seemed very amused when we described to him the kind of a cow we wanted, and asked if he would come and buy it for us.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span></p><p>"But what in the world do you two boys want with a cow, and have you +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span></p><p>"But what in the world do you two boys want with a cow, and have you got the money?" he demanded.</p> <p>We told him how much money we had, and how we got it, and that we were @@ -8035,7 +7986,7 @@ fat pigs, scooping holes in the ground, and little plump sucking pigs, squealing as though they were being skinned alive. But we had eyes for nothing but the cows; they stood very quiet, placidly chewing. They permitted us to make a thorough examination, merely blinking their -eyelids. After one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span> hour's inspection, we had found seventeen that +eyelids. After one<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span> hour's inspection, we had found seventeen that pleased us, this for one quality, that for another, a third because she was red, two because they were white, which, of course, brought up a discussion between Mattia and myself. The veterinarian arrived. We @@ -8064,7 +8015,7 @@ veterinarian that we must pass on to another; he made another sign that he would drive a bargain. Then a lively discussion commenced between the veterinarian and the peasant. Our bidder went up to 170, the peasant came down to 280. When they reached this sum, the veterinarian began to -examine the cow more<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> critically. She had weak legs, her neck was too +examine the cow more<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> critically. She had weak legs, her neck was too short, her horns too long, she hadn't any lungs and her teats were not well formed. No, she certainly would not give much milk.</p> @@ -8093,7 +8044,7 @@ halter."</p> <p>He said that, as we were friends, he would let me have the halter for sixty sous. We needed a halter, so I parted with the sixty sous, -calculating that we should now have but twenty sous left. I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span> counted out +calculating that we should now have but twenty sous left. I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span> counted out the two hundred and thirteen francs, then again I stretched out my hand.</p> <p>"Have you got a rope?" inquired the man. "I've sold you the halter, but @@ -8119,7 +8070,7 @@ caress, for she licked our faces to show her appreciation.</p> <p>To understand the pleasure that we felt at kissing our cow and to be kissed by her, it must be remembered that neither Mattia nor I had been -overburdened with caresses; our fate had not been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span> that of the petted +overburdened with caresses; our fate had not been<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span> that of the petted and pampered children who are obliged to defend themselves against too many kisses.</p> @@ -8143,7 +8094,7 @@ I twisted the rope around her horns and sat down near her to eat my supper. Naturally we had finished eating long before she had, so after having admired her for some time and not knowing what to do next, we began to play a little game with each other. When we had finished our -game, she was still <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span>eating. As I went to her, she pulled at the grass +game, she was still <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span>eating. As I went to her, she pulled at the grass sharply, as much as to say that she was still hungry.</p> <p>"Wait a little," said Mattia.</p> @@ -8173,7 +8124,7 @@ several people blocking her way and trying to catch hold of her. We slackened our speed, for we knew now that we should not lose her. All we should have to do would be to claim her from the good people who had stopped her going farther. There was quite a crowd gathered round her -when we arrived on the scene, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span> instead of giving her up to us at +when we arrived on the scene, and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span> instead of giving her up to us at once, as we expected they would, they asked us <i>how</i> we got the animal and <i>where</i> we got her. They insisted that we had stolen her and that she was running back to her owner. They declared that we ought to go to @@ -8195,7 +8146,7 @@ double-locked door and pushed us into the prison. Then I saw why he had made some difficulty about receiving us. He had put his provision of onions to dry in this prison and they were strewn out on every bench. He heaped them all together in a corner. We were searched, our money, -matches<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span> and knives taken from us. Then we were locked up for the night.</p> +matches<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span> and knives taken from us. Then we were locked up for the night.</p> <p>"I wish you'd give me a good slap," said Mattia miserably, when we were alone; "box my ears or do something to me."</p> @@ -8229,7 +8180,7 @@ can't give her a surprise."</p> <p>"Oh, dear!"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span></p><p>"You've been away from Mother Barberin for a long time; how do you know +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span></p><p>"You've been away from Mother Barberin for a long time; how do you know if she isn't dead?"</p> <p>This terrible thought had never occurred to me, and yet poor Vitalis had @@ -8259,7 +8210,7 @@ public prosecutor, "I'll question this one." With his finger he indicated me. "You take charge of the other; I'll question him later."</p> <p>I was alone with the prosecutor. Fixing me with his eye, he told me that -I was accused of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span>having stolen a cow. I told him that we bought the +I was accused of <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span>having stolen a cow. I told him that we bought the animal at the fair at Ussel, and I named the veterinarian who had assisted us in the purchase.</p> @@ -8294,7 +8245,7 @@ delighted me.</p> <p>I explained that from Paris to Varses and from Varses to Ussel we had collected this sum, sou by sou.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span></p><p>"But what were you doing in Varses?" he asked.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span></p><p>"But what were you doing in Varses?" he asked.</p> <p>Then I was forced to tell him that I had been in a mine accident.</p> @@ -8331,7 +8282,7 @@ supper?"</p> <p>"You certainly shall!"</p> -<p>As soon as we were alone I told Mattia the great<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span> news that had almost +<p>As soon as we were alone I told Mattia the great<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span> news that had almost made me forget that we were locked up.</p> <p>"Mother Barberin is alive, and Barberin has gone to Paris!" I said.</p> @@ -8358,7 +8309,7 @@ paper.</p> <p>"See, I'm giving you this," he said; "you are two silly boys to go tramping through the country without any papers. I have asked the mayor -to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span> make out this passport for you. This is all you will need to protect +to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span> make out this passport for you. This is all you will need to protect you in the future. Good luck, boys."</p> <p>He shook hands with us, and so did the veterinarian.</p> @@ -8386,7 +8337,7 @@ and I squeezed them both tight.</p> <p>"Come, let's get there as quickly as possible now," I cried.</p> -<p>"What a pity," sighed Mattia. "If this brute<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span> only loved music, what a +<p>"What a pity," sighed Mattia. "If this brute<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span> only loved music, what a triumphal entry we could make."</p> <p>As we arrived at one of the turns in the road, we saw Mother Barberin @@ -8416,7 +8367,7 @@ Suddenly I saw a white bonnet. The gate creaked.</p> <p>I made myself smaller and smaller. The door opened and Mother Barberin came in. She stared at me.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span></p><p>"Who is there?" she asked.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span></p><p>"Who is there?" she asked.</p> <p>I looked at her without answering; she stared back at me. Suddenly she began to tremble.</p> @@ -8458,7 +8409,7 @@ that some day you would come back."</p> <p>"Did you get my Jerusalem artichokes?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></p><p>"Ah, you planted them to surprise me! You always liked to give +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span></p><p>"Ah, you planted them to surprise me! You always liked to give surprises, my boy."</p> <p>The moment had come.</p> @@ -8497,7 +8448,7 @@ she gave a shriek of delight.</p> <p>"I should say so," laughed Mattia; "we've got fifty-eight sous left."</p> <p>I ran to the house to fetch the milk pail, and while in the house I -arranged the butter, eggs, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span> flour in a display on the table, then +arranged the butter, eggs, and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span> flour in a display on the table, then ran back to the shed. How delighted she was when she had a pail three-quarters full of beautiful frothy milk.</p> @@ -8527,7 +8478,7 @@ out our plates for another, and Capi came in for his share. Mother Barberin was scandalized that we should give a dog pancakes, but we explained to her that he was the chief actor in our company and a genius, and that he was treated by us with every consideration. Later, -while Mattia was out getting some wood<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span> ready for the next morning, she +while Mattia was out getting some wood<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span> ready for the next morning, she told me why Barberin had gone to Paris.</p> <p>"Your family is looking for you," she said, almost in a whisper. "That's @@ -8555,7 +8506,7 @@ of wood that broke."</p> <p>"'Yes, we are; that's only my wife,' he replied. The gentleman then said it was very warm in the kitchen and that they could talk better outside. They went out and it was three hours later when Barberin came back -alone. I tried to make him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span> tell me everything, but the only thing he +alone. I tried to make him<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span> tell me everything, but the only thing he would say was that this man was looking for you, but that he was not your father, and that he had given him one hundred francs. Probably he's had more since. From this, and the fine clothes you wore when he found @@ -8581,7 +8532,7 @@ was right. I would have to see Lise before going. That could be managed, for we could go to Paris by way of the canal. As Lise's uncle kept the locks and lived in a cottage on the banks, we could stop and see her.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span></p><p>I spent that day with Mother Barberin, and in the evening we discussed +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span></p><p>I spent that day with Mother Barberin, and in the evening we discussed what I would do for her when I was rich. She was to have all the things she wanted. There was not a wish of hers that should not be gratified when I had money.</p> @@ -8604,7 +8555,7 @@ food. And I also wanted to make some money to buy a present for Lise. Mother Barberin had said that she valued the cow more than anything I could give her when I became rich, and perhaps, I thought, Lise would feel the same about a gift. I wanted to give her a doll. Fortunately a -doll would not cost so much as a cow. The next town<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span> we came to I bought +doll would not cost so much as a cow. The next town<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span> we came to I bought her a lovely doll with fair hair and blue eyes.</p> <p>Walking along the banks of the canal I often thought of Mrs. Milligan @@ -8632,15 +8583,15 @@ She jumped from her chair and ran to the door. In a moment she was in my arms. Aunt Catherine then came out and invited us in to supper. Lise quickly placed two plates on the table.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p><p>"If you don't mind," I said, "will you put a third; we have a little +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p><p>"If you don't mind," I said, "will you put a third; we have a little friend with us." And I pulled out the doll from my bag and placed her in the chair next to Lise. The look that she gave me I shall never forget!</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXV" id="CHAPTER_XXV"></a>CHAPTER XXV</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXV"></a>CHAPTER XXV</h2> <h3>MOTHER, BROTHERS AND SISTERS</h3> @@ -8660,7 +8611,7 @@ quite believed that if one had money one ought to be very happy, because, would not her father have been happy if he had only had the money to pay his debts? We took long walks, all three of us, Lise, Mattia and I, accompanied by the doll and Capi. I was very happy those -few days. In the evening we sat in front of the house<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span> when it was not +few days. In the evening we sat in front of the house<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span> when it was not too damp and before the fireplace when the mist was thick. I played the harp and Mattia played his violin or cornet. Lise preferred the harp, which made me very proud. When the time came and we had to separate and @@ -8691,7 +8642,7 @@ day when you found me. Ah, I don't want to be hungry in Paris."</p> <p>"We'll dine all the better when we get to my parents'," I replied.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span></p><p>"Well, let's work just as though we are buying another cow," urged +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span></p><p>"Well, let's work just as though we are buying another cow," urged Mattia.</p> <p>This was very wise advice but I must admit that I did not sing with the @@ -8719,7 +8670,7 @@ Cathedral.</p> <p>We parted as though we were never going to meet again. Mattia went in one direction, I in another. I had written down on paper the names of -the places where Barberin had lived before. I went first to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span> one place, +the places where Barberin had lived before. I went first to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span> one place, then to another. At one lodging house they told me that he had lived there four years ago but that he had not been there since. The landlord told me that he'd like to catch the rogue, for he owed him one week's @@ -8748,7 +8699,7 @@ thought he'd got out long ago."</p> <p>Garofoli three more months in prison! Mattia could breathe. I left the horrible yard as quickly as possible and hurried off to the Hotel du Cantal. I was full of hope and joy and quite disposed to think kindly of -Barberin; if it had not been for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span> Barberin, I might have died of cold +Barberin; if it had not been for<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span> Barberin, I might have died of cold and hunger when I was a baby. It was true he had taken me from Mother Barberin to sell me to a stranger, but then he had no liking for me and perhaps he was forced to do it for the money. After all it was through @@ -8782,7 +8733,7 @@ find my parents now?</p> <p>"You're the boy they're looking for; I'm sure you are," said the old woman again.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, yes, I'm the boy. Where's my family? Can you tell me?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, yes, I'm the boy. Where's my family? Can you tell me?"</p> <p>"I don't know any more than just what I've told you, my boy; I should say my young gentleman."</p> @@ -8820,7 +8771,7 @@ found that, we couldn't have let his wife know he's dead."</p> <p>"Sure, why not?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span></p><p>I could learn nothing from the old woman. I turned slowly towards the +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span></p><p>I could learn nothing from the old woman. I turned slowly towards the door.</p> <p>"Where are you going?" she asked.</p> @@ -8859,7 +8810,7 @@ pockets?</p> <p>"Come back early; Paris is a bad place at night for boys," she called after me.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span></p><p>Night was falling. The street lamps were lit. I had a long way to walk +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span></p><p>Night was falling. The street lamps were lit. I had a long way to walk to the Cathedral, where I was to meet Mattia. All my high spirits had vanished. I was very tired and all around me seemed gloomy. In this great Paris full of light and noise I felt so utterly alone. Would I @@ -8883,7 +8834,7 @@ Barberin to express my grief for her loss and to ask her if she had had any news from her husband before he died. By return mail she sent me word that her husband had written to her from the hospital, where they had taken him, and said that if he did not get better she was to write -to Greth and Galley's, Lincoln Square, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span>London, for they were the +to Greth and Galley's, Lincoln Square, <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span>London, for they were the lawyers who were looking for me. He told her that she was not to take any steps until she was sure that he was dead.</p> @@ -8910,7 +8861,7 @@ ground, and we landed in London.</p> from an Englishman who had worked with him at the Gassot Circus. When we landed he at once asked a policeman to direct us to Lincoln Square. It seemed to be a very long way. Many times we thought that we had lost -ourselves but again upon making inquiries we found that we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span> were going +ourselves but again upon making inquiries we found that we<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span> were going in the right direction. Finally we reached Temple Bar and a few steps further we came to Green Square.</p> @@ -8942,11 +8893,11 @@ father's name is Mr. John Driscoll."</p> hugged him if he had given me time, but with his hand he indicated the door and we followed the clerk.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVI" id="CHAPTER_XXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXVI</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXVI"></a>CHAPTER XXVI</h2> <h3>BITTER DISAPPOINTMENT</h3> @@ -8965,7 +8916,7 @@ outskirts of the city. The word "green" made us think that it might be in the country. But nothing around us announced the country. We were in a very thickly populated quarter; the black mud splashed our cab as we drove along; then we turned into a much poorer part of the city and -every now and again the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span>cabman pulled up as though he did not know his +every now and again the <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span>cabman pulled up as though he did not know his way. At last he stopped altogether and through the little window of the hansom a discussion took place between Greth & Galley's clerk and the bewildered cabman. From what Mattia could learn the man said that it was @@ -8986,7 +8937,7 @@ him if he could direct him to the place he wanted to find. Evidently he got the information he required for he hurried out again through the swing-doors, we following close on his heels. The streets through which we walked now were even narrower and from one house across to another -were swung wash lines from which dirty rags were hanging. The women<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span> who +were swung wash lines from which dirty rags were hanging. The women<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span> who sat in their doorways were pale and their matted fair hair hung loose over their shoulders. The children were almost naked and the few clothes that they did wear were but rags. In the alley were some pigs wallowing @@ -9011,7 +8962,7 @@ about forty and a woman about six years his junior. She must have been very pretty once but now her eyes had a glassy stare and her manners were listless. Then there were four children—two boys and two girls—all very fair like their mother. The eldest boy was about eleven, -the youngest girl, scarcely three.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span> I did not know what the clerk was +the youngest girl, scarcely three.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span> I did not know what the clerk was saying to the man, I only caught the name "Driscoll," my name, so the lawyer had said. All eyes were turned on Mattia and me, only the baby girl paid attention to Capi.</p> @@ -9043,7 +8994,7 @@ Why could I not feel any pleasure at having found my family at last. I had a father, a mother, brothers, sisters and a grandfather. I had longed for this moment, I had been mad with joy in thinking that I, like other boys, would have a family that I could call my own to love me and -whom I could love.... And now I was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span> staring at my family curiously, +whom I could love.... And now I was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span> staring at my family curiously, finding nothing in my heart to say to them, not a word of affection. Was I a monster? If I had found my parents in a palace instead of in a hovel should I have had more affection for them? I felt ashamed at this @@ -9070,7 +9021,7 @@ mother, who also seemed pleased. Why were they both pleased that Barberin was dead?</p> <p>"You must be rather surprised that we have not searched for you for -thirteen years," said my father,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span> "and then suddenly to go off and look +thirteen years," said my father,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span> "and then suddenly to go off and look up this man who found you when you were a baby."</p> <p>I told him that I was very surprised, and that I'd like to know about @@ -9097,7 +9048,7 @@ we did not go so far as Paris. We thought that you were dead until three months ago when this woman was dying she confessed the truth. I went over to France at once and the police in that locality where you had been left, told me that you had been adopted by a mason named Barberin -who lived at Chavanon.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span> I found him and he told me that he had loaned +who lived at Chavanon.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span> I found him and he told me that he had loaned you to a musician named Vitalis and that you were tramping through France. I could not stay over there any longer, but I left Barberin some money and told him to search for you, and when he had news to write to @@ -9123,7 +9074,7 @@ Mattia showed his white teeth.</p> <p>"Well, sit down to table."</p> <p>But before sitting down he pushed my grandfather's cane rocker up to the -table. Then taking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span> his own place with his back to the fire, he +table. Then taking<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span> his own place with his back to the fire, he commenced to cut the roast beef and gave each one a fine big slice and some potatoes.</p> @@ -9147,11 +9098,11 @@ above the other.</p> <p>Such was the welcome into my family.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVII" id="CHAPTER_XXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXVII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXVII"></a>CHAPTER XXVII</h2> <h3>A DISTRESSING DISCOVERY</h3> @@ -9173,7 +9124,7 @@ and yet I was oppressed with a fear that amounted almost to terror.</p> <p>The hours passed one after the other; suddenly I heard a noise at the stable door which opened onto another street. Then came several regular -knocks at intervals. Then a light penetrated our<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span> caravan. I glanced +knocks at intervals. Then a light penetrated our<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span> caravan. I glanced hastily round in surprise and Capi, who slept beside my bed, woke up with a growl. I then saw that this light came in through a little window of the caravan against which our berths were placed, and which I had not @@ -9196,7 +9147,7 @@ underclothes, stockings, gloves, etc. Evidently these men were merchants who had come to sell their goods to my parents. My father took each object and examined it by the light of the lantern and passed it on to my mother, who with a little pair of scissors cut off the tickets and -put them in her pocket. This appeared strange to me,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span> as also the hour +put them in her pocket. This appeared strange to me,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span> as also the hour that they had chosen for this sale.</p> <p>While my mother was examining the goods my father spoke to the men in a @@ -9220,7 +9171,7 @@ should not know, and yet I wanted to see.</p> <p>My father and mother were alone. While my mother quickly made a bundle of the goods, my father swept a corner of the stable. Under the dry sand that he heaped up there was a trap door. He lifted it. By then my mother -had finished tying up the bundles and my father took them and lowered<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span> +had finished tying up the bundles and my father took them and lowered<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span> them through the trap to a cellar below, my mother holding the lantern to light him. Then he shut the trap door and swept the sand over it again. Over the sand they both strewed wisps of straw as on the rest of @@ -9248,7 +9199,7 @@ there. My grandfather was seated before the fire in his big chair as though he had not moved since the night before, and my eldest sister, whose name was Annie, was wiping the table. Allen, my eldest brother, was sweeping the room. I went over to them to wish them good morning, -but they continued with their work <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span>without taking any notice of me. I +but they continued with their work <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span>without taking any notice of me. I went towards my grandfather, but he would not let me get near him, and like the evening before, he spat at my side, which stopped me short.</p> @@ -9284,7 +9235,7 @@ eye.</p> <p>For two or three hours we walked about, not daring to go far for fear we might become lost. Bethnal-Green was even more horrible in the daytime -than it had been at night. Mattia and I<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span> hardly spoke a word. Now and +than it had been at night. Mattia and I<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span> hardly spoke a word. Now and again he pressed my hand.</p> <p>When we returned to the house my mother had not left her room. Through @@ -9311,7 +9262,7 @@ We can't talk in this crowd."</p> a public garden. We hurried to this spot and sat down on a bench.</p> <p>"You know how much I love you, Mattia boy," I began, "and you know that -it was through friendship for you that I asked you to come with me to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span> +it was through friendship for you that I asked you to come with me to<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span> see my people. You won't doubt my friendship, no matter what I ask of you?"</p> @@ -9350,7 +9301,7 @@ Did you see?"</p> <p>"And you understood?"</p> <p>"That those goods had not been paid for. Your father was angry with the -men because they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span> knocked at the stable door and not at the house door. +men because they<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span> knocked at the stable door and not at the house door. They told him that the police were watching them."</p> <p>"You see very well, then, that you must go," I said.</p> @@ -9384,7 +9335,7 @@ not been paid for."</p> <p>"Well, if you are afraid for me, I am afraid for you. Let us both go."</p> -<p>"It's impossible; my parents are nothing to you,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span> but this is my father +<p>"It's impossible; my parents are nothing to you,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span> but this is my father and mother, and I must stay with them. It is my family."</p> <p>"Your family! That man who steals, your father! That drunken woman your @@ -9414,7 +9365,7 @@ said, smiling.</p> <p>We did not return to the Red Lion Court until night. My father and mother passed no remark upon our absence. After supper my father drew two chairs to the fireside, which brought a growl from my grandfather, -and then asked us to tell him<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span> how we had made enough money to live on +and then asked us to tell him<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span> how we had made enough money to live on in France. I told the story.</p> <p>"Not only did we earn enough to live on, but we got enough to buy a @@ -9447,7 +9398,7 @@ to live with us?"</p> <p>"I want to stay with Remi," replied Mattia.</p> -<p>"Well, this is what I propose," continued my<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span> father. "We're not rich +<p>"Well, this is what I propose," continued my<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span> father. "We're not rich and we all work. In the summer we travel through the country and the children go and sell the goods to those who won't take the trouble to come to us, but in the winter we haven't much to do. Now you and Remi @@ -9477,7 +9428,7 @@ what he had to do; poor doggy! how he looked at me, how he listened! I then put his leash in Allen's hand and he followed the two boys obediently, but with a forlorn air.</p> -<p>My father took Mattia and me across London<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span> where there were beautiful +<p>My father took Mattia and me across London<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span> where there were beautiful houses, splendid streets with wide pavements, and carriages that shone like glass, drawn by magnificent horses and driven by big fat coachmen with powdered wigs. It was late when we got back to Red Lion Court, for @@ -9500,7 +9451,7 @@ two entire days. It was so dense that we could only see a few steps before us, and those who listened to us playing behind these fog curtains could not see Capi. It was a most annoying state of affairs for our "takings." Little did we think how indebted we should be to the fog -a few minutes later. We were walking<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span> through one of the most popular +a few minutes later. We were walking<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span> through one of the most popular streets when suddenly I discovered that Capi was not with us. This was extraordinary, for he always kept close at our heels. I waited for him to catch up with us. I stood at the entrance of a dark alley and @@ -9532,7 +9483,7 @@ honest Capi!</p> <p>The father and mother were seated at the table folding up material. I threw the pair of stockings down. Allen and Ned laughed.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span></p><p>"Here's a pair of stockings," I said; "you've made a thief of my dog. I +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span></p><p>"Here's a pair of stockings," I said; "you've made a thief of my dog. I thought you took him out to amuse people."</p> <p>I was trembling so I could scarcely speak, and yet I never felt more @@ -9561,7 +9512,7 @@ to protect Capi.</p> My grandfather continued to spit angrily when I approached him. The boys and my eldest sister played every trick they possibly could upon me. My father and mother ignored me, only demanding of me my money every -evening. Out of the whole family, for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span> whom I had felt so much affection +evening. Out of the whole family, for<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span> whom I had felt so much affection when I had landed in England, there was only baby Kate who would let me fondle her, and she turned from me coldly if I had not candy or an orange in my pocket for her.</p> @@ -9585,7 +9536,7 @@ linen robe, then a big white cashmere pelisse lined with white silk and trimmed with beautiful white embroidery, and you had a lovely lace bonnet, and then white woolen socks with little silk rosettes. None of these things were marked, but the little flannel jacket you -had next to your<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span> skin and the flannel robe had both been marked, +had next to your<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span> skin and the flannel robe had both been marked, but the marks had been carefully cut out. There, Remi, boy, that is all I can tell you. Don't worry, dear child, that you can't give us all the fine presents that you promised. Your cow that you bought @@ -9616,7 +9567,7 @@ kidnaped? Why, it's only through its clothes that they can find it."</p> <p>"Wait until we hear what he says before we think anything."</p> <p>It was not an easy thing for me to ask my father how I was dressed on -the day that I was stolen. If<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span> I had put the question casually without +the day that I was stolen. If<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span> I had put the question casually without any underthought, it would have been simple enough. As it was I was timid. Then one day when the cold sleet had driven me home earlier than usual, I took my courage in both hands, and broached the subject that @@ -9647,7 +9598,7 @@ Margaret Grange, his wife.</p> <p>What further proofs could I ask?</p> -<p>"That's all very fine," said Mattia that night,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span> when we were in our +<p>"That's all very fine," said Mattia that night,<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span> when we were in our caravan, "but how comes it that peddlers were rich enough to give their children lace bonnets and embroidered pelisses? Peddlers are not so rich as that!"</p> @@ -9660,11 +9611,11 @@ not that Driscoll's baby, but you're the baby that Driscoll stole!"</p> <p>I was about to reply but he had already climbed up into his bed.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXVIII" id="CHAPTER_XXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXVIII"></a>CHAPTER XXVIII</h2> <h3>A MYSTERIOUS STRANGER</h3> @@ -9691,7 +9642,7 @@ convinced.</p> <p>"I think we should both go back to France," he urged.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span></p><p>"That's impossible."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span></p><p>"That's impossible."</p> <p>"Because it's your duty to keep with your family, eh? But is it your family?"</p> @@ -9723,7 +9674,7 @@ very well."</p> <p>"You have never been ill?"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span></p><p>"I had pneumonia once."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span></p><p>"I had pneumonia once."</p> <p>"Ah, when was that?"</p> @@ -9758,7 +9709,7 @@ you. They mustn't know that I was here."</p> <p>I was mystified but I did as he asked.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span></p><p>"Do you know who that man was who was with your father?" he asked +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span></p><p>"Do you know who that man was who was with your father?" he asked excitedly when we were in the street. "It was Mr. James Milligan, your friend's uncle."</p> @@ -9794,7 +9745,7 @@ myself.'</p> <p>"'Yes, I count on you,' replied Mr. Milligan."</p> <p>My first thought was to question my father, but it was not wise to let -them know that they had been<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span> overheard. As Mr. Milligan had business +them know that they had been<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span> overheard. As Mr. Milligan had business with my father he would probably come to the house again, and the next time, Mattia, whom he did not know, could follow him.</p> @@ -9804,11 +9755,11 @@ Mattia that he was very fond of him. He at once took a liking to Capi and myself. From that day we had a strong friend, who, by his experience and advice, was of great help to us in time of trouble.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXIX" id="CHAPTER_XXIX"></a>CHAPTER XXIX</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXIX"></a>CHAPTER XXIX</h2> <h3>IN PRISON</h3> @@ -9836,7 +9787,7 @@ coming."</p> <p>I told him that I must stay.</p> -<p>The same day we started. I saw in the afternoon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span> how they sold the +<p>The same day we started. I saw in the afternoon<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span> how they sold the things that cost so little. We arrived at a large village and the caravans were drawn up on the public square. One of the sides was lowered and the goods displayed temptingly for the purchasers to @@ -9871,7 +9822,7 @@ things?"</p> <p>"But we earn our food," I stammered, trying to defend ourselves.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span></p><p>"That's true, but we're living with thieves," replied Mattia, speaking +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span></p><p>"That's true, but we're living with thieves," replied Mattia, speaking more frankly than he had ever done before, "and then if we're sent to prison, we can't look for your family. And I'm anxious to see Mrs. Milligan to warn her against that James Milligan. You don't know what he @@ -9895,7 +9846,7 @@ was delighted to see us again. He had come to the races with two friends and was going to give an exhibition of strength. He had engaged some musicians but they had failed him at the last moment and he was afraid that the performance the next day would be a failure. He had to have -musicians to attract a crowd. Would we help him out? The<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span> profits would +musicians to attract a crowd. Would we help him out? The<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span> profits would be divided between the five of us that made up the company. There would even be something for Capi, for he would like to have Capi perform his tricks in the intervals. We agreed and promised to be there the next day @@ -9921,7 +9872,7 @@ was a long walk for us after a tiring day.</p> Tavern. The next day, after tying Capi to the caravan, where he was to be on guard, I hurried off to the race-course with Mattia.</p> -<p>We began to play as soon as we arrived and kept<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span> it up until night. My +<p>We began to play as soon as we arrived and kept<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span> it up until night. My fingers ached as though they had been pricked with a thousand pins and poor Mattia had blown his cornet so long that he could scarcely breathe. It was past midnight. Just as they were doing their last turn a big bar @@ -9945,7 +9896,7 @@ shut the door in my face.</p> <p>Since I had been in England I had learned to speak English fairly well. I understood clearly what he said, but I had not the slightest idea -where Lewes was situated, and besides I could not go, even<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span> if I found +where Lewes was situated, and besides I could not go, even<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span> if I found out the direction, and leave Mattia behind. I began my weary tramp back to the race-course; an hour later I was sleeping beside Mattia in Bob's wagon.</p> @@ -9979,7 +9930,7 @@ be sure to find the thieves; here's one, now where's his father?"</p> <p>I could not utter a word. Mattia, who had heard the talk, came out of the caravan and limped over to me. Bob was telling the policeman that I -could<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span> not be guilty because I had stayed with him until one o'clock, +could<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span> not be guilty because I had stayed with him until one o'clock, then I went to the Old Oak Tavern and spoke to the landlord there, and came back here at once.</p> @@ -10013,7 +9964,7 @@ people, but they did not jeer me like the peasants in France had done at my first arrest; these people, almost all of them, were antagonistic to the police; they were gypsies, tramps, in fact, the Bohemian vagabond.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span></p><p>There were no onions strewn over this prison where I was now locked up. +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span></p><p>There were no onions strewn over this prison where I was now locked up. This was a real jail with iron bars at the windows, the sight of which put all thought of escape from my mind. In the cell there was only a bench and a hammock. I dropped onto the bench and remained for a long @@ -10036,7 +9987,7 @@ kindly sort of man, told me that it would certainly be the next day.</p> <p>I had heard tales of prisoners finding messages from their friends in the food that was brought in to them. I could not touch my food, but I at once began to crumble my bread. I found nothing inside. There were -some potatoes also; I mashed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span> them to a pulp, but I found not the +some potatoes also; I mashed<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span> them to a pulp, but I found not the tiniest note. I did not sleep that night.</p> <p>The next morning the jailer came into my cell carrying a jug of water @@ -10062,7 +10013,7 @@ stand opposite, amongst several other persons, I saw the policeman who had arrested me. The public prosecutor in a few words stated the crime. A robbery had been committed in St. George's Church. The thieves, a man and a child, had climbed up a ladder and broken a window to get in. They -had with them a dog to give the alarm. At a quarter<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span> after one, a late +had with them a dog to give the alarm. At a quarter<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span> after one, a late pedestrian had seen a light in the church and had at once aroused the sexton. Several men ran to the church; the dog barked and the thieves escaped through the window, leaving the dog behind them. The dog's @@ -10088,11 +10039,11 @@ not, be held for the assizes.</p> <p>I fell back on my bench. Oh, why had I not listened to Mattia.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXX" id="CHAPTER_XXX"></a>CHAPTER XXX</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXX"></a>CHAPTER XXX</h2> <h3>ESCAPE</h3> @@ -10115,7 +10066,7 @@ daybreak!" Then at once Mattia played his loudest on the cornet.</p> not addressed these French words to an English public. I was not sure what they meant, but evidently I had to be on the alert at daybreak the next morning. As soon as it was dark I got into my hammock, but it was -some time before I could go to sleep, although I was very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span> tired. At +some time before I could go to sleep, although I was very<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span> tired. At last I dropped off to sleep. When I awoke it was night. The stars shone in the dark sky and silence reigned everywhere. A clock struck three. I counted the hours and the quarter hours. Leaning against the wall I kept @@ -10142,7 +10093,7 @@ air and fell at my feet. Bob's head disappeared.</p> <p>I pounced on the ball. It was tissue paper made into a tiny ball like a pea. The light was too dim for me to see what was written on it; I had -to wait<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span> till day. I closed my window cautiously and lay down again in +to wait<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span> till day. I closed my window cautiously and lay down again in my hammock with the tiny bit of paper in my hand. How slowly the light came! At last I was able to read what was written on the paper. I read:</p> @@ -10171,7 +10122,7 @@ condemned as a thief.</p> me to follow him. He was a man over fifty and I thought with satisfaction that he did not appear to be very nimble.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span></p><p>Things turned out just as Bob had said. The train rolled off. I took my +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span></p><p>Things turned out just as Bob had said. The train rolled off. I took my place near the door where I had entered. The policeman sat opposite me; we were alone in the compartment.</p> @@ -10203,7 +10154,7 @@ middle of the seat. My left hand stole softly outside and turned the handle; with my right hand I held the door.</p> <p>The minutes passed; the engine whistled and slackened its speed. The -moment had come. I pushed open the door quickly and sprang out as far<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span> +moment had come. I pushed open the door quickly and sprang out as far<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span> as I could. Fortunately, my hands, which I held out before me, touched the grass, yet the shock was so great that I rolled on the ground unconscious. When I came to my senses I thought that I was still in the @@ -10241,7 +10192,7 @@ eyes that resembled Capi's. But Capi was white....</p> <p>"What dog is that?" I asked.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span></p><p>Before Mattia could reply the ugly little animal had jumped on me, +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span></p><p>Before Mattia could reply the ugly little animal had jumped on me, licking me furiously and whining.</p> <p>"It's Capi; we dyed him!" cried Mattia, laughing.</p> @@ -10275,7 +10226,7 @@ tricks of dog thieves."</p> <p>"Are you afraid?" asked Mattia, as I lay there in silence.</p> -<p>"No, not afraid," I answered, "for I don't think<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span> that I shall be +<p>"No, not afraid," I answered, "for I don't think<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span> that I shall be caught. But it seems to me that in running away I admit my guilt. That worries me."</p> @@ -10305,7 +10256,7 @@ footsteps on the road. Bob was returning. My fate had been decided. A rough-looking sailor wearing a sou'wester and an oilskin hat was with Bob.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span></p><p>"This is my brother," said Bob; "he'll take you on his boat. So we'll +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span></p><p>"This is my brother," said Bob; "he'll take you on his boat. So we'll have to part now; no one need know that I brought you here."</p> <p>I wanted to thank Bob but he cut me short. I grasped his hand.</p> @@ -10324,11 +10275,11 @@ sound."</p> <p>But we were not trembling now. We sat in the dark side by side.</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXI" id="CHAPTER_XXXI"></a>CHAPTER XXXI</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXXI"></a>CHAPTER XXXI</h2> <h3>HUNTING FOR THE SWAN</h3> @@ -10355,7 +10306,7 @@ remember that the <i>Eclipse</i> sails from here every Tuesday."</p> <p>It was a kind invitation, but Mattia and I each of us had our reason for not wishing to cross the sea again ... yet awhile.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span></p><p>Fortunately we had our profits from Bob's performance. In all we had +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span></p><p>Fortunately we had our profits from Bob's performance. In all we had twenty-seven francs and fifty centimes. Mattia wanted to give Bob the twenty-seven francs in payment for the expenses he had been put to for my flight, but he would not accept a penny.</p> @@ -10384,7 +10335,7 @@ washed him thoroughly, each one taking it in turns until he was tired out. But Bob's dye was an excellent quality and when we had finished he was still yellow, but a shade paler. It would require many shampoos before we could get him back to his original color. Fortunately Normandy -is a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span> country of brooks and each day we gave him a bath.</p> +is a<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span> country of brooks and each day we gave him a bath.</p> <p>We reached the top of a hill one morning and Mattia spied the Seine away ahead of us, winding in a large curve. From then on, we began to @@ -10409,7 +10360,7 @@ passed through Charenton about two months ago.</p> <p>Two months! What a lead it had! But what did that matter! We had our legs and they had the legs of two good horses and we should join them -some day. The question of time did not count.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span> The great thing, the +some day. The question of time did not count.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span> The great thing, the wonderful thing was that the <i>Swan</i> was found!</p> <p>"Who was right?" cried Mattia.</p> @@ -10442,7 +10393,7 @@ them. What are those little white things they stick all over the fruit?"</p> <p>"Oh...." And Mattia opened his mouth as though he were swallowing a whole tart.</p> -<p>At each lock we had news of the <i>Swan;</i> every one<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span> had seen the +<p>At each lock we had news of the <i>Swan;</i> every one<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span> had seen the beautiful barge and they spoke of the kind English lady and the little boy lying on a sofa under the veranda.</p> @@ -10482,7 +10433,7 @@ another.</p> <p>"Drowned!"</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, he fell into the lock and got caught below on a nail. And his +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span></p><p>"Yes, he fell into the lock and got caught below on a nail. And his poor wife didn't know what to do, and then a lady that she lived with before she married was going to Egypt, and she told her she would take her as nurse to look after the children. She didn't know what to do with @@ -10503,11 +10454,11 @@ head like me.</p> <p>"To Switzerland. Lise was to have written to me so that I could give you her address, but I haven't received the letter yet."</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXII" id="CHAPTER_XXXII"></a>CHAPTER XXXII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXXII"></a>CHAPTER XXXII</h2> <h3>FINDING A REAL MOTHER</h3> @@ -10531,7 +10482,7 @@ And then I did not know that the river Rhone was not navigable up to the Lake of Geneva. We had thought that Mrs. Milligan would go right to Switzerland on her boat. What was my surprise when arriving at the next town to see the <i>Swan</i> in the distance. We began to run along the banks -of the river. What was the matter? Everything was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span> closed up on the +of the river. What was the matter? Everything was<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span> closed up on the barge. There were no flowers on the veranda. What had happened to Arthur? We stopped, looking at each other both with the same sorrowful thoughts.</p> @@ -10560,7 +10511,7 @@ Milligan.</p> <p>We went from the lake to the mountains, from the mountains to the lake, looking to the right and to the left, questioning from time to time -people who, from their expression, we thought would be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[Pg 361]</a></span> disposed to +people who, from their expression, we thought would be<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_361">[Pg 361]</a></span> disposed to listen and reply. Some one sent us to a chalet built way up on the mountain; another assured us that she lived down by the lake. They were indeed English ladies who lived up in the chalet on the mountain and the @@ -10593,7 +10544,7 @@ side of the garden that we saw the one who was waving.</p> <p>Lise! At last we had found her and not far away were Mrs. Milligan and Arthur!</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[Pg 362]</a></span></p><p>But who had sung? That was the question that Mattia and I asked as soon +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_362">[Pg 362]</a></span></p><p>But who had sung? That was the question that Mattia and I asked as soon as we found words.</p> <p>"I," answered Lise.</p> @@ -10623,7 +10574,7 @@ o'clock and be alone, then I can talk to you."</p> <p>She hesitated for a moment, then went up the garden.</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[Pg 363]</a></span></p><p>"We ought not to wait till to-morrow to speak to Mrs. Milligan," said +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_363">[Pg 363]</a></span></p><p>"We ought not to wait till to-morrow to speak to Mrs. Milligan," said Mattia. "In the meantime that uncle might kill Arthur. He has never seen me and I'm going to see Mrs. Milligan at once and tell her."</p> @@ -10654,7 +10605,7 @@ attention. Her eyes did not leave mine.</p> <p>When I had finished she was silent for some time, still looking at me. At last she said: "This is a very serious matter and we must act -prudently.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[Pg 364]</a></span> But from this moment you must consider yourself as the +prudently.<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_364">[Pg 364]</a></span> But from this moment you must consider yourself as the friend," she hesitated a little, "as the brother of Arthur. In two hours' time go to the Hotel des Alpes; for the time being you will stay there. I will send some one to the hotel to meet you. I am obliged to @@ -10688,7 +10639,7 @@ serve us on the balcony if we wished.</p> <p>"Good. Then you can serve these tarts."</p> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[Pg 365]</a></span></p><p>"All three?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_365">[Pg 365]</a></span></p><p>"All three?"</p> <p>"Certainly."</p> @@ -10719,7 +10670,7 @@ without any embarrassment and sat down on the velvet cushions.</p> <p>The drive was short, it seemed to me very short, for I was like one in a dream, my head filled with foolish ideas, or at least what I thought might be foolish. We were shown into a drawing-room. Mrs. Milligan, -Arthur, and Lise were there. <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[Pg 366]</a></span>Arthur held out his arms. I rushed over to +Arthur, and Lise were there. <span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_366">[Pg 366]</a></span>Arthur held out his arms. I rushed over to him, then I kissed Lise. Mrs. Milligan kissed me.</p> <p>"At last," she said, "the day has come when you can take the place that @@ -10749,7 +10700,7 @@ man who stole him, when you went there to inquire after his health."</p> <p>"That the man who is serving a sentence for robbing a church has made a full confession. He has stated how he stole my baby and took it to Paris -and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[Pg 367]</a></span> left it there. Here are the clothes that my child wore. It was this +and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_367">[Pg 367]</a></span> left it there. Here are the clothes that my child wore. It was this good woman who brought up my son. Do you wish to read this confession. Do you wish to examine these clothes?"</p> @@ -10777,11 +10728,11 @@ we shall never be parted again. You will live with your mother and brother?" Then, pointing to Mattia and Lise, "and," she added, "with those whom you loved when you were poor."</p> -<hr /> +<hr > -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[Pg 368]</a></span></p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_368">[Pg 368]</a></span></p> -<h2><a name="CHAPTER_XXXIII" id="CHAPTER_XXXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXXIII</h2> +<h2><a id="CHAPTER_XXXIII"></a>CHAPTER XXXIII</h2> <h3>THE DREAM COME TRUE</h3> @@ -10803,7 +10754,7 @@ brother are in the secret. One will be missing from this feast. Alas! poor master! poor Vitalis! I could not do much for you in life, but at my request, my mother has had erected a marble tomb and placed your bust, the bust of Carlo Balzini, upon the tomb. A copy of this bust is -before me now as I write, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[Pg 369]</a></span> often while penning my "Memoirs," I have +before me now as I write, and<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_369">[Pg 369]</a></span> often while penning my "Memoirs," I have looked up and my eyes have caught yours. I have not forgotten you; I shall never forget you, dear master, dear Vitalis.</p> @@ -10830,7 +10781,7 @@ Mendes, had been right.</p> my way at Paris for Christina. Shall be with you at 4 o'clock. Send carriage to meet us. <span class="smcap">Mattia</span>."</p></blockquote> -<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[Pg 370]</a></span></p><p>Mentioning Christina, I glanced at Arthur, but he turned away his eyes. +<p><span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_370">[Pg 370]</a></span></p><p>Mentioning Christina, I glanced at Arthur, but he turned away his eyes. I knew that Arthur loved Mattia's little sister, and I knew that in time, although not just yet, my mother would become reconciled to the match. Birth was not everything. She had not opposed my marriage, and @@ -10856,7 +10807,7 @@ they are going to Wales to visit the mines. The young one is to make observations which he will carry back to his own country to strengthen the high position which he now holds in the Truyère mine, and the other to add to the fine collection of minerals which the town of Varses -has<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[Pg 371]</a></span> honored him by accepting. It is the old professor and Alexix. +has<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_371">[Pg 371]</a></span> honored him by accepting. It is the old professor and Alexix. Lise and I greet our guests, the landau dashes up from the opposite direction with Arthur, Christina and Mattia. Following in its wake is a dog cart driven by a smart looking man, beside whom is seated a rugged @@ -10864,7 +10815,7 @@ sailor. The gentleman holding the reins is Bob, now very prosperous, and the man by his side is his brother, who helped me to escape from England.</p> -<div class="center"><a name="scan0399.jpg" id="scan0399.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0399.jpg" width='486' height='700' alt="LET US NOW PLAY FOR THOSE WE LOVE" /></div> +<div class="center"><a id="scan0399.jpg"></a><img src="images/scan0399.jpg" alt="LET US NOW PLAY FOR THOSE WE LOVE" style="width: 486px; height: 700px"></div> <h4>"LET US NOW PLAY FOR THOSE WE LOVE."</h4> @@ -10889,7 +10840,7 @@ the rain, that it was now restored to its original color.</p> at my wife who stood beside me.</p> <p>Our guests drew round us in a circle. A dog suddenly came forward. Good -old Capi, he is very old<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[Pg 372]</a></span> and deaf but he still has good eyesight. From +old Capi, he is very old<span class='pagenum'><a id="Page_372">[Pg 372]</a></span> and deaf but he still has good eyesight. From the cushion which he occupies he has recognized the harp and up he comes, limping, for "the Performance." In his jaws he holds a saucer; he wants to make the rounds of the "distinguished audience." 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