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Jacques Bonneval; Or, The Days of the Dragonnades

Chapter 8 PERSECUTED, YET NOT FORSAKEN.

Word Count: 3653    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

and flew into his arms. The next

cried M. Bourd

intended for baiti

y to find you in?"

ves of old had in this very dungeon. An

" muttered La Croissette, heard

rned M. Bourdinave, sitting down.

general cry

ly, "when already its provisions have been

for devotional purposes are to be allowed on any pretext whatever. All Huguenot schools are to be suppressed; all children born of Huguenot p

nd leave this country, which is no longer a mother to us, shaking

Bourdinave. "I have alrea

sed!" cried we

umstances of great hardshi

encounter them. Yes, yes

, my daughters?" look

rew herself

be," said he, fondly kissing

t of this horrid place. I believe I have seemed too impatient of it to t

chest, with very few air-holes, and lowered into the hold of a merchant-vessel, wi

low voice, and pressing her father's hand. "What man h

s; I heard the persecution here was raging with fury; I came to snatch you from it, and found my home deserted, the factory burnt, the workmen scattered, no tidings of you to be found. At length I got news of you from one of the men, who told me of

erposed my mother. "Jac

you have not the streng

r," said s

must not b

ou, my

ssette, who, it now appeared, had been l

aid M. Bourdinave, in su

ettered by nobody. No one would molest La Croissette the needle-seller, not even a dragoon. And I have learnt to esteem you all; I admire the young ladies, and respect the old lady and gentleman. Therefore, there's my hand; you may take it or not. 'Tis not over soft; but there's no blood on it, and it never took a bribe. Let those say so who can

n reassured by us, and took the honest fellow heartily by the hand. A good deal more was now said than I have space to recount or memory to recall. In

quiet, that they might not interrupt them. I never thought Gabrielle so pretty as now that she had spoken with resolution, and seemed strengthening herself to keep up to it. Nevertheless, we have no

La Croissette insisting on passing round his bottle, which, somehow, he always kept well filled. And had this man had a mind to betray us, how easily he might have done so! He overheard our plans, might have drugged our wine, and stretched us all powerless; might have told his comrades to make sport of us, and k

rthy heart. So many people are worse than we think them, that it is a comfort when some prove better than we think them. Worthy La Croi

n once more in family worship, and then get a

was presently joined by Madeleine. We knew so well what was passing in each other's minds, that we did not need to say much. Then my father awoke, with all his faculties about him, looked at his watch, and said it was time to start. M. Bourdinave went out, and after what seemed to our impatience rather a long time, returned, and s

en completely demolished, and crowds are yet hanging about their beloved place

cration!" excl

re not prone to revenge insult. 'Tis said, walls have ears. The walls of La Calade have, at all events, a tongue; for on

rawn to this point makes other parts of the city comparatively deserted, and there

, and they went forth, he following the

t his absence, and to think, "What if h

nother twelve hours, and they would all have been taken. Now, then, let us bestir ourselv

pen air! It seemed the breath of life to me, and revived me like a potent medicine. There was a dist

hts. We entered a dark, narrow passage, smelling powerfully of fried

roiss

o e

other

rothers La

ered a room where we found a man and

me, "and we will lower you from the window. Sta

others began to raise him by well-secured pulleys. The woman grew quite red in the fac

e, at length, and helped to pull up the ba

don't let me

ng you between sky and earth all night. Come; you are not ne

me; mille re

ette eased my descent a good deal, by steadying the basket, and helped me out

afe!" said I. "That was

s are done in Nismes that the authorities know nothing of, for all their vigilance. Now we are f

blessing we

tte. "some trust in Providence and some in luck. I hav

ittle house on wheels, where I found a mattress that proved a most acceptable rest;

aid La Croissette, at lengt

y things on my mind that I t

say that pain of the mind is

all I meant was that my mind is preoccupied and anxious, and prevent

or you have had an escape from that tr

you think I have

, the day after may be fine; none of us knows. At least there is a weather-prophet at Arles whom some of the fools believe in; but he broke

said I, "from the days of Moses, when the magicians feigned to change

ome of his conjuring tricks require a second person, who must not be known for his assistant; so that when he sets out on his tours through the provinces, I generally

lling is only a

l the best needles and pins. Thus I have acquired a name-the housewives

lways does so in th

young to have any authority of weight. It must be your f

ure of it

ess wanderer, without having done any wrong?

ces," said I. "You would not have given me thi

hless villains often escape deserved punishment, and sometimes are

ber a case in poin

a dashing, off-hand manner, that made friends till he was found out for what he was; and partly because he talked me over, and par

a good character in the

do many of you Huguenots, who have done nothing amiss. It s

arative. Thus, there is something in every one of us to punish; and sometimes the Lord sees fit to chasten His best-

id La Croissette; "that there is but

I. "But don't you perceive in this a gr

ou must explain it to

ise: that they will turn their trials to such good account as actually to be the better for them; and that their light affliction, which is but for a moment, will work for them a far more exceeding a

say you? Why, if our priests are to be believed, those of them, even the very worst, who have money enough

redibility and absurdity

n't buy himself off," said La Croissette.

not spring from a lowly and contrite heart: and they

man's soul require th

one-nor have failed to tell of a purgatory if there had been one. The end would not have been commensurate with the means, had He laid down his life to save us from anything s

r, and my brethren, and my apostles, and ask them to ask me to save you.' He said

aid La Croissette, sudd

prang from the hedge and laid

save us!

matter?" said

mes; we were beaten, we we

an, there are num

ursting into tears. "My aged

but I am a poor man myse

money!" in a tone of

are no shops. Jean," in a lower voice to me, "

her by all m

oney, but money will buy you bread in Nismes. Why not ret

id she, clasping her hands t

is bread for you.

more, but sobbed bitterly. La C

sobbed she. "We shall so ble

e, affecting compos

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Jacques Bonneval; Or, The Days of the Dragonnades
Jacques Bonneval; Or, The Days of the Dragonnades
“Anne Manning was a British novelist. Born in London, England, Manning was an active writer during the Victorian age, having 51 works to her credit.”