. Laboulaye's fairy book . itch, but it is never wise to say so. What I can say on the word of a historian is that the feast,interrupted for a moment, went on gayer than ever. Earlythe next morning they went to the church, where, to the joyof his heart, Yvon married Finette, who was no longerafraid of evil spirits; after which they ate, drank, anddanced for thirty-six hours, without any one thinking ofresting. The stewards arms were a little heavy, thebailiff rubbed his back at times, and the seneschal felt asort of weariness in his limbs, but all three had a weight ontheir consciences which t
. Laboulaye's fairy book . itch, but it is never wise to say so. What I can say on the word of a historian is that the feast,interrupted for a moment, went on gayer than ever. Earlythe next morning they went to the church, where, to the joyof his heart, Yvon married Finette, who was no longerafraid of evil spirits; after which they ate, drank, anddanced for thirty-six hours, without any one thinking ofresting. The stewards arms were a little heavy, thebailiff rubbed his back at times, and the seneschal felt asort of weariness in his limbs, but all three had a weight ontheir consciences which they could not shake off, and whichmade them tremble and flutter, till finally they fell on theground and were carried off. Finette took no other ven-geance on them; her only desire was to render all happyaround her, far and near, who belonged to the noble houseof Kerver. Her memory still lives in Brittany; andamong the ruins of the old castle, any one will show youthe statue of the good lady, with five bullets in her upon a time there lived at Salernoa poor old woman who earned herbread by fishing, and whose only comfort and stayin life was her grandson, a boy twelve years of age,whose father had been drowned in a storm and whosemother had died of grief. Graceful, for this was thechilds name, loved nobody in the world but his grand-mother; he followed her to the shore every morningbefore daybreak to pick up the shell-fish or draw thenet to the beach, longing for the time when he shouldbe strong enough to go to sea himself and brave thewaves that had swallowed up all his kindred. He wasso handsome, so well made, and so promising, that nosooner had he entered the town with his basket of fishon his head than every one ran after him, and he sold thewhole before he reached the market. 46 THE CASTLE OF LIFE Unfortunately, the grandmother was very old; she hadbut one front tooth left, her head shook with age, and hereyes were dim. Every morning she found it harder to risethan t
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