A Beleaguered City - Being a Narrative of Certain Recent Events in the City of Semur, in the Department of the Haute Bourgogne. A Story of the Seen and the Unseen by Mrs. (Margaret) Oliphant
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speak with levity at such a moment! And the little ladies were very
kind. It was wrong to close their chapel, M. le Maire. From that comes all our trouble.' 'You good-for-nothing!' I cried, 'it is you and such as you that are the beginning of our trouble. You thought there was no watch kept _up there_; you thought God would not take the trouble to punish you; you went about the streets of Semur tossing a _grosse pièce_ of a hundred sous, and calling out, "There is no God--this is my god; _l'argent, c'est le bon Dieu_."' 'M. le Maire, M. le Maire, be silent, I implore you! It is enough to bring down a judgment upon us.' 'It has brought down a judgment upon us. Go thou and try what thy _grosse pièce_ will do for thee now--worship thy god. Go, I tell you, and get help from your money.' 'I have no money, M. le Maire, and what could money do here? We would do much better to promise a large candle for the next festival, and that the ladies of St. Jean--' 'Get away with thee to the end of the world, thou and thy ladies of St. Jean!' I cried; which was wrong, I do not deny it, for they are good women, not like this good-for-nothing fellow. And to think that this man, whom I despise, was more pleasant to me than the dear souls who loved me! Shame came upon me at the thought. I too, then, was like the others, fearing the Unseen--capable of understanding only that which was palpable. When Jacques slunk away, which he did for a few steps, not losing sight of me, I turned my face towards the river and the town. The |
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