less than a minute was required for her to seize her daughter by the middle of her body, and draw her into her cell."Come let me draw you out of the abyss," she murmured TAFE
When her daughter was inside the cell, she laid her gently on the ground, then raised her up again, and bearing her in her arms as though she were still only her little Agnes, she walked to and fro in her little room, intoxicated, frantic, joyous, crying out, singing, kissing her daughter, talking to her, bursting into laughter, melting into tears, all at once and with vehemence.
"My daughter! my daughter!" she said."I have my daughter! here she is!The good God has given her back to me! Ha you! come all of you!Is there any one there to see that I have my daughter?Lord Jesus, how beautiful she is!You have made me wait fifteen years, my good God, but it was in order to give her back to me beautiful.--Then the gypsies did not eat her!Who said so?My little daughter! my little daughter!Kiss me.Those good gypsies!I love the gypsies!--It is really you!That was what made my heart leap every time that you passed by.And I took that for hatred!Forgive me, my Agnes, forgive me.You thought me very malicious, did you not?I love you.Have you still the little mark on your neck?Let us see.She still has it. Oh! you are beautiful!It was I who gave you those big eyes, mademoiselle.Kiss me.I love you.It is nothing to me that other mothers have children; I scorn them now. They have only to come and see.Here is mine.See her neck, her eyes, her hair, her hands.Find me anything as beautiful as that!Oh!I promise you she will have lovers, that she will!I have wept for fifteen years.All my beauty has departed and has fallen to her.Kiss me The Best Beauty Center
She addressed to her a thousand other extravagant remarks, whose accent constituted their sole beauty, disarranged the poor girl's garments even to the point of making her blush, smoothed her silky hair with her hand, kissed her foot, her knee, her brow, her eyes, was in raptures over everything. The young girl let her have her way, repeating at intervals and very low and with infinite tenderness, "My mother!"
"Do you see, my little girl," resumed the recluse, interspersing her words with kisses, "I shall love you dearly?We will go away from here.We are going to be very happy.I have inherited something in Reims, in our country. You know Reims?Ah! no, you do not know it; you were too small!If you only knew how pretty you were at the age of four months!Tiny feet that people came even from Epernay, which is seven leagues away, to see!We shall have a field, a house.I will put you to sleep in my bed.My God! my God! who would believe this?I have my daughter The Best Beauty Centre
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