The Wandering Jew — Volume 04 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 175 pages of information about The Wandering Jew — Volume 04.

The Wandering Jew — Volume 04 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 175 pages of information about The Wandering Jew — Volume 04.
a beggar, express herself in terms selected with so much propriety.  The more she looked at her, the more the feeling of repugnance she at first experienced wore off, and was at length converted into quite the opposite sentiment.  With that rapid and minute power of observation natural to women, she remarked beneath the black crape of Mother Bunch’s cap, the smoothness and brilliancy of the fair, chestnut hair.  She remarked, too, the whiteness of the long, thin hand, though it displayed itself at the end of a patched and tattered sleeve—­an infallible proof that care, and cleanliness, and self-respect were at least struggling against symptoms of fearful distress.  Adrienne discovered, also, in the pale and melancholy features, in the expression of the blue eyes, at once intelligent, mild and timid, a soft and modest dignity, which made one forget the deformed figure.  Adrienne loved physical beauty, and admired it passionately, but she had too superior a mind, too noble a soul, too sensitive a heart, not to know how to appreciate moral beauty, even when it beamed from a humble and suffering countenance.  Only, this kind of appreciation was new to Mdlle. de Cardoville; until now, her large fortune and elegant habits had kept her at a distance from persons of Mother Bunch’s class.  After a short silence, during which the fair patrician and the poor work-girl had closely examined each other, Adrienne said to the other:  “It is easy, I think, to explain the cause of our mutual astonishment.  You have, no doubt, discovered that I speak pretty reasonably for a mad woman—­if they have told you I am one.  And I,” added Mdlle. de Cardoville, in a tone of respectful commiseration, “find that the delicacy of your language and manners so singularly contrast with the position in which you appear to be, that my surprise must be even greater than yours.”

“Ah, madame!” cried Mother Bunch, with a welling forth of such deep and sincere joy that the tears started to her eyes; “is it true?—­they have deceived me—­you are not mad!  Just now, when I beheld you so kind and beautiful, when I heard the sweet tone of your voice, I could not believe that such a misfortune had happened to you.  But, alas! how is it then, madame, that you are in this place?”

“Poor child!” said Adrienne, touched by the affectionate interest of this excellent creature; “and how is it that you, with such a heart and head, should be in such distress?  But be satisfied!  I shall not always be here—­and that will suffice to tell you, that we shall both resume the place which becomes us.  Believe me, I shall never forget how, in spite of the painful ideas which must needs occupy your mind, on seeing yourself deprived of work—­your only resource—­you have still thought of coming to me, and of trying to serve me.  You may, indeed, be eminently useful to me, and I am delighted at it, for then I shall owe you much—­and you shall see how I will take advantage of my gratitude!” said Adrienne, with a sweet smile.  “But,” resumed she, “before talking of myself, let us think of others.  Is your adopted brother still in prison?”

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