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〃Go on； go on！〃 grumbled Gudule； 〃search your demon's amulet！〃
All at once； she stopped short； trembled in every limb； and cried in a voice which proceeded from the very depths of her being： 〃My daughter！〃
The gypsy had just drawn from the bag a little shoe absolutely similar to the other。 To this little shoe was attached a parchment on which was inscribed this charm；
~Quand le parell retrouveras Ta mere te tendras les bras~。*
* When thou shalt find its mate； thy mother will stretch out her arms to thee。
Quicker than a flash of lightning； the recluse had laid the two shoes together； had read the parchment and had put close to the bars of the window her face beaming with celestial joy as she cried；
〃My daughter！ my daughter！〃
〃My mother！〃 said the gypsy。
Here we are unequal to the task of depicting the scene。 The wall and the iron bars were between them。 〃Oh！ the wall！〃 cried the recluse。 〃Oh！ to see her and not to embrace her！ Your hand！ your hand！〃
The young girl passed her arm through the opening； the recluse threw herself on that hand； pressed her lips to it and there remained； buried in that kiss； giving no other sign of life than a sob which heaved her breast from time to time。 In the meanwhile； she wept in torrents； in silence； in the dark； like a rain at night。 The poor mother poured out in floods upon that adored hand the dark and deep well of tears； which lay within her； and into which her grief had filtered； drop by drop； for fifteen years。
All at once she rose； flung aside her long gray hair from her brow； and without uttering a word； began to shake the bars of her cage cell； with both hands； more furiously than a lioness。 The bars held firm。 Then she went to seek in the corner of her cell a huge paving stone； which served her as a pillow； and launched it against them with such violence that one of the bars broke； emitting thousands of sparks。 A second blow completely shattered the old iron cross which barricaded the window。 Then with her two hands； she finished breaking and removing the rusted stumps of the bars。 There are moments when woman's hands possess superhuman strength。
A passage broken； 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。
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。〃
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！〃
〃Oh； my mother！〃 said the young girl； at length finding strength to speak in her emotion； 〃the gypsy woman told me so。 There was a good gypsy of our band who died last year； and who always cared for me like a nurse。 It was she who placed this little bag about my neck。 She always said to me： 'Little one； guard this jewel well！ 'Tis a treasure。 It will cause thee to find thy mother once again。 Thou wearest thy mother about thy neck。'The gypsy predicted it！〃
The sacked nun again pressed her daughter in her arms。
〃Come； let me kiss you！ You say that prettily。 When we are in the country； we will place these little shoes on an infant Jesus in the church。 We certainly owe that to the good； holy Virgin。 What a pretty voice you have！ When you spoke to me just now； it was music！ Ah！ my Lord God！ I have found my child again！ But is this story credible？ Nothing will kill oneor I should have died of joy。〃
And then she began to clap her hands again and to laugh and to cry out： 〃We are going to be so happy！〃
At that moment； the cell resounded with the clang of arms and a galloping of horses which seemed to be coming from the Pont Notre…Dame； amid advancing farther and farther along the quay。 The gypsy threw herself with anguish into the arms of the sacked nun。
〃Save me！ save me！ mother！ they are coming！〃
〃Oh； heaven！ what are you saying？ I had forgotten！ They are in pursuit of you！ What have you done？〃
〃I know not；〃 replied the unhappy child； 〃but I am condemned to die。〃
〃To die！〃 said Gudule； staggering as though struck by lightning； 〃to die！〃 she repeated slowly； gazing at her daughter with staring eyes。
〃Yes； mother；〃 replied the frightened young girl； 〃they want to kill me。 They are coming to seize me。 That gallows is for me！ Save me！ save me！ They are coming！ Save me！〃
The recluse remained for several moments motionless and petrified； then she moved her head in sign of doubt； and suddenly giving vent to a burst of laughter； but with that terrible laugh which had come back to her；
〃Ho！ ho！ no！ 'tis a dream of which you are telling me。 Ah； yes！ I lost her； that lasted fifteen years； and then I found her again； and that lasted a minute！ And they would take her from me again！ And now； when she is beaut