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frequently leaves his betrothed for another girl who is richer by three or four acres of land。 The fate of Le Fosseur and his wife was scarcely happy enough to induce our Dauphinois to forsake their calculating habits and practical way of regarding things。 La Fosseuse； who was a very pretty woman； died when her daughter was born； and her husband's grief for his loss was so great that he followed her within the year； leaving nothing in the world to this little one except an existence whose continuance was very doubtfula mere feeble flicker of a life。 A charitable neighbor took the care of the baby upon herself； and brought her up till she was nine years old。 Then the burden of supporting La Fosseuse became too heavy for the good woman； so at the time of year when travelers are passing along the roads； she sent her charge to beg for her living upon the highways。
〃One day the little orphan asked for bread at the countess' chateau； and they kept the child for her mother's sake。 She was to be waiting…maid some day to the daughter of the house； and was brought up to this end。 Her young mistress was married five years later； but meanwhile the poor little thing was the victim of all the caprices of wealthy people； whose beneficence for the most part is not to be depended upon even while it lasts。 They are generous by fits and startssometimes patrons； sometimes friends； sometimes masters； in this way they falsify the already false position of the poor children in whom they interest themselves； and trifle with the hearts； the lives； and futures of their protegees； whom they regard very lightly。 From the first La Fosseuse became almost a companion to the young heiress； she was taught to read and write； and her future mistress sometimes amused herself by giving her music lessons。 She was treated sometimes as a lady's companion； sometimes as a waiting…maid； and in this way they made an incomplete being of her。 She acquired a taste for luxury and for dress； together with manners ill…suited to her real position。 She has been roughly schooled by misfortune since then； but the vague feeling that she is destined for a higher lot has not been effaced in her。
〃A day came at last； however； a fateful day for the poor girl； when the young countess （who was married by this time） discovered La Fosseuse arrayed in one of her ball dresses； and dancing before a mirror。 La Fosseuse was no longer anything but a waiting…maid； and the orphan girl； then sixteen years of age； was dismissed without pity。 Her idle ways plunged her once more into poverty； she wandered about begging by the roadside； and working at times as I have told you。 Sometimes she thought of drowning herself； sometimes also of giving herself to the first comer； she spent most of her time thinking dark thoughts； lying by the side of a wall in the sun； with her face buried in the grass； and passers…by would sometimes throw a few halfpence to her； simply because she asked them for nothing。 One whole year she spent in a hospital at Annecy after heavy toil in the harvest field； she had only undertaken the work in the hope that it would kill her； and that so she might die。 You should hear her herself when she speaks of her feelings and ideas during this time of her life； her simple confidences are often very curious。
〃She came back to the little town at last； just about the time when I decided to take up my abode in it。 I wanted to understand the minds of the people beneath my rule； her character struck me； and I made a study of it； then when I became aware of her physical infirmities； I determined to watch over her。 Perhaps in time she may grow accustomed to work with her needle； but； whatever happens； I have secured her future。〃
〃She is quite alone up there！〃 said Genestas。
〃No。 One of my herdswomen sleeps in the house；〃 the doctor answered。 〃You did not see my farm buildings which lie behind the house。 They are hidden by the pine…trees。 Oh！ she is quite safe。 Moreover； there are no mauvais sujets here in the valley； if any come among us by any chance； I send them into the army； where they make excellent solders。〃
〃Poor girl！〃 said Genestas。
〃Oh！ the folk round about do not pity her at all；〃 said Benassis； 〃on the other hand； they think her very lucky； but there is this difference between her and the other women： God has given strength to them and weakness to her； and they do not see that。〃
The moment that the two horsemen came out upon the road to Grenoble； Benassis stopped with an air of satisfaction； a different view had suddenly opened out before them； he foresaw its effect upon Genestas； and wished to enjoy his surprise。 As far as the eye could see； two green walls sixty feet high rose above a road which was rounded like a garden path。 The trees had not been cut or trimmed； each one preserved the magnificent palm…branch shape that makes the Lombard poplar one of the grandest of trees； there they stood； a natural monument which a man might well be proud of having reared。 The shadow had already reached one side of the road； transforming it into a vast wall of black leaves； but the setting sun shone full upon the other side； which stood out in contrast； for the young leaves at the tips of every branch had been dyed a bright golden hue； and； as the breeze stirred through the waving curtain； it gleamed in the light。
〃You must be very happy here！〃 cried Genestas。 〃The sight of this must be all pleasure to you。〃
〃The love of Nature is the only love that does not deceive human hopes。 There is no disappointment here；〃 said the doctor。 〃Those poplars are ten years old； have you ever seen any that are better grown than these of mine？〃
〃God is great！〃 said the soldier； coming to a stand in the middle of the road； of which he saw neither beginning nor end。
〃You do me good；〃 cried Benassis。 〃It was a pleasure to hear you say over again what I have so often said in the midst of this avenue。 There is something holy about this place。 Here； we are like two mere specks； and the feeling of our own littleness always brings us into the presence of God。〃
They rode on slowly and in silence； listening to their horses' hoof… beats； the sound echoed along the green corridor as it might have done beneath the vaulted roof of a cathedral。
〃How many things have a power to stir us which town…dwellers do not suspect；〃 said the doctor。 〃Do you not notice the sweet scent given off by the gum of the poplar buds； and the resin of the larches？ How delightful it is！〃
〃Listen！〃 exclaimed Genestas。 〃Let us wait a moment。〃
A distant sound of singing came to their ears。
〃Is it a woman or a man； or is it a bird？〃 asked the commandant in a low voice。 〃Is it the voice of this wonderful landscape？〃
〃It is something of all these things；〃 the doctor answered； as he dismounted and fastened his horse to a branch of a poplar tree。
He made a sign to the officer to follow his example and to come with him。 They went slowly along a footpath between two hedges of blossoming hawthorn which filled the damp evening air with its delicate fragrance。 The sun shone full into the pathway； the light and warmth were very perceptible after the shade thrown by the long wall of poplar trees； the still powerful rays poured a flood of red light over a cottage at the end of the stony track。 The ridge of the cottage roof was usually a bright green with its overgrowth of mosses and house…leeks； and the thatch was brown as a chestnut shell； but just now it seemed to be powdered with a golden dust。 The cottage itself was scarcely visible through the haze of light； the ruinous wall； the doorway and everything about it was radiant with a fleeting glory and a beauty due to chance； such as is sometimes seen for an instant in a human face； beneath the influence of a strong emotion that brings warmth and color into it。 In a life under the open sky and among the fields； the transient and tender grace of such moments as these draws from us the wish of the apostle who said to Jesus Christ upon the mountain； 〃Let us build a tabernacle and dwell here。〃
The wide landscape seemed at that moment to have found a voice whose purity； and sweetness equaled its own sweetness and purity； a voice as mournful as the dying light in the w