Arguing　thus；　he　bent　over　the　prostrate　man　with　a　cynical　laugh：
  one　might　have　thought　he　was　Satan　watching　the　departure　of　a　soul
  too　utterly　lost　to　escape　him。
  〃Alas！　alas！〃　cried　the　sufferer；　〃may　God　have　mercy　on　me！　　I　feel
  my　end　is　near。〃
  〃Bah！　comrade；　drive　away　these　dismal　thoughts。　　Your　leg　pains　you
  well　they　will　cut　it　off！　　Think　only　of　the　other　one；　and　trust
  in　Providence！〃
  〃Water；　a　drop　of　water；　for　Heaven's　sake！〃　The　sufferer　was　in　a
  high　fever。　　The　would…be　nurse　looked　round　and　saw　a　jug　of　water；
  towards　which　the　dying　man　extended　a　trembling　hand。　　A　truly
  infernal　idea　entered　his　mind。　　He　poured　some　water　into　a　gourd
  which　hung　from　his　belt；　held　it　to　the　lips　of　the　wounded　man；　and
  then　withdrew　it。
  〃Oh！　　I　thirst…that　water！　　。　　。　　。　　For　pity's　sake；　give　me　some！〃
  〃Yes；　but　on　one　condition　you　must　tell　me　your　whole　history。〃
  〃Yes　。　　。　　。　　but　give　me　water！〃
  His　tormentor　allowed　him　to　swallow　a　mouthful；　then　overwhelmed　him
  with　questions　as　to　his　family；　his　friends　and　fortune；　and
  compelled　him　to　answer　by　keeping　before　his　eyes　the　water　which
  alone　could　relieve　the　fever　which　devoured　him。　　After　this　often
  interrupted　interrogation；　the　sufferer　sank　back　exhausted；　and
  almost　insensible。　　But；　not　yet　satisfied；　his　companion　conceived
  the　idea　of　reviving　him　with　a　few　drops　of　brandy；　which　quickly
  brought　back　the　fever；　and　excited　his　brain　sufficiently　to　enable
  him　to　answer　fresh　questions。　　The　doses　of　spirit　were　doubled
  several　times；　at　the　risk　of　ending　the　unhappy　man's　days　then　and
  there：　Almost　delirious；　his　head　feeling　as　if　on　fire；　his
  sufferings　gave　way　to　a　feverish　excitement；　which　took　him　back　to
  other　places　and　other　times：　he　began　to　recall　the　days　of　his
  youth　and　the　country　where　he　lived。　　But　his　tongue　was　still
  fettered　by　a　kind　of　reserve：　his　secret　thoughts；　the　private
  details　of　his　past　life　were　not　yet　told；　and　it　seemed　as　though
  he　might　die　at　any　moment。　　Time　was　passing；　night　already　coming
  on；　and　it　occurred　to　the　merciless　questioner　to　profit　by　the
  gathering　darkness。　　By　a　few　solemn　words　he　aroused　the　religious
  feelings　of　the　sufferer；　terrified　him　by　speaking　of　the
  punishments　of　another　life　and　the　flames　of　hell；　until　to　the
  delirious　fancy　of　the　sick　man　he　took　the　form　of　a　judge　who　could
  either　deliver　him　to　eternal　damnation　or　open　the　gates　of　heaven
  to　him。　　At　length；　overwhelmed　by　a　voice　which　resounded　in　his　ear
  like　that　of　a　minister　of　God；　the　dying　man　laid　bare　his　inmost
  soul　before　his　tormentor；　and　made　his　last　confession　to　him。
  Yet　a　few　moments；　and　the　executionerhe　deserves　no　other　name
  hangs　over　his　victim；　opens　his　tunic；　seizes　some　papers　and　a　few
  coins；　half　draws　his　dagger；　but　thinks　better　of　it；　then；
  contemptuously　spurning　the　victim；　as　the　other　surgeon　had　done
  〃I　might　kill　you；〃　he　says；　〃but　it　would　be　a　useless　murder；　it
  would　only　be　hastening　your　last　Sigh　by　an　hour　or　two；　and
  advancing　my　claims　to　your　inheritance　by　the　same　space　of　time。〃
  And　he　adds　mockingly：
  〃Farewell；　my　brother！〃
  The　wounded　soldier　utters　a　feeble　groan；　the　adventurer　leaves　the
  room。
  Four　months　later；　a　woman　sat　at　the　door　of　a　house　at　one　end　；of
  the　village　of　Artigues；　near　Rieux；　and　played　with　a　child　about
  nine　or　ten　years　of　age。　　Still　young；　she　had　the　brown　complexion
  of　Southern　women；　and　her　beautiful　black　hair　fell　in　curls　about
  her　face。　　Her　flashing　eyes　occasionally　betrayed　hidden　passions；
  concealed；　however；　beneath　an　apparent　indifference　and　lassitude；
  and　her　wasted　form　seemed　to　acknowledge　the　existence　of　some
  secret　grief。　　An　observer　would　have　divined　a　shattered　life；　a
  withered　happiness；　a　soul　grievously　wounded。
  Her　dress　was　that　of　a　wealthy　peasant；　and　she　wore　one　of　the　long
  gowns　with　hanging　sleeves　which　were　in　fashion　in　the　sixteenth
  century。　　The　house　in　front　of　which　she　sat　belonged　to　her；　so
  also　the　immense　field　which　adjoined　the　garden。　　Her　attention　was
  divided　between　the　play　of　her　son　and　the　orders　she　was　giving　to
  an　old　servant；　when　an　exclamation　from　the　child　startled　her。
  〃Mother！〃　he　cried；　〃mother；　there　he　is！〃
  She　looked　where　the　child　pointed；　and　saw　a　young　boy　turning　the
  corner　of　the　street。
  〃Yes；〃　continued　the　child；　〃that　is　the　lad　who；　when　I　was　playing
  with　the　other　boys　yesterday；　called　me　all　sorts　of　bad　names。〃
  〃What　sort　of　names；　my　child？〃
  〃There　was　one　I　did　not　understand；　but　it　must　have　been　a　very　bad
  one；　for　the　other　boys　all　pointed　at　me；　and　left　me　alone。　　He
  called　meand　he　said　it　was　only　what　his　mother　had　told　himhe
  called　me　a　wicked　bastard！〃
  His　mother's　face　became　purple　with　indignation。　　〃What！〃　she　cried；
  〃they　dared！　　。　　。　　。　　What　an　insult！〃
  〃What　does　this　bad　word　mean；　mother？〃　asked　the　child；　half
  frightened　by　her　anger。　　〃Is　that　what　they　call　poor　children　who
  have　no　father？〃
  His　mother　folded　him　in　her　arms。　　〃Oh！〃　she　continued；　〃it　is　an
  infamous　slander！　　These　people　never　saw　your　father；　they　have　only
  been　here　six　years；　and　this　is　the　eighth　since　he　went　away；　but
  this　is　abominable！　　We　were　married　in　that　church；　we　came　at　once
  to　live　in　this　house；　which　was　my　marriage　portion；　and　my　poor
  Martin　has　relations　and　friends　here　who　will　not　allow　his　wife　to
  be　insulted〃
  〃Say　rather；　his　widow；〃　interrupted　a　solemn　voice。
  〃Ah！　uncle！〃　exclaimed　the　woman；　turning　towards　an　old　man　who　had
  just　emerged　from　the　house。
  〃Yes；　Bertrande；〃　continued　the　new…comer；　〃you　must　get　reconciled
  to　the　idea　that　my　nephew　has　ceased　to　exist。　　I　am　sure　he　was　not
  such　a　fool　as　to　have　remained　all　this　time　without　letting　us　hear
  from　him。　　He　was　not　the　fellow　to　go　off　at　a　tangent；　on　account
  of　a　domestic　quarrel　which　you　have　never　vouchsafed　to　explain　to
  me；　and　to　retain　his　anger　during　all　these　eight　years！　　Where　did
  he　go？　　What　did　he　do？　　We　none　of　us　know；　neither　you　nor　I；　nor
  anybody　else。　　He　is　assuredly　dead；　and　lies　in　some　graveyard　far
  enough　from　here。　　May　God　have　mercy　on　his　soul！〃
  Bertrande；　weeping；　made　the　sign　of　the　cross；　and　bowed　her　head
  upon　her　hands。
  〃Good…bye；　Sanxi；〃　said　the　uncle；　tapping　the　child's；'　cheek。
  Sanxi　turned　sulkily　away。
  There　was　certainly　nothing　specially　attractive　about　the　uncle：　he
  belonged　to　a　type　which　children　instinctively　dislike；　false；
  crafty；　with　squinting　eyes　which　continually　appeared　to　contradict
  his　honeyed　tongue。
  〃Bertrande；〃　he　said；　〃your　boy　is　like　his　father　before　him；　and
  only　answers　my　kindness　with　rudeness。〃
  〃Forgive　him；〃　answered　the　mother；　〃he　is　very　young；　and　does　not
  understand　the　respect　due　to　his　father's　uncle。　　I　will　teach　him
  better　things；　he　will　soon　learn　that　he　ought　to　be　grateful　for
  the　care　you　have　taken　of　his　little　property。〃
  〃No　doubt；　no　doubt；〃　said　the　uncle；　trying　hard　to　smile。　　〃I　will
  give　you　a　good　account　of　it；　for　I　shall　only　have　to　reckon　with
  you　two　in　future。　　Come；　my　dear；　believe　me；　your　husband　is　really
  dead；　and　you　have　sorrowed　quite　enough　for　a　good…for…nothing
  fellow。　　Think　no　more　of　him。〃
  So　saying；　he　departed；　leaving　the　poor　young　woman　a　prey　to　the
  saddest　thoughts。
  Bertrande　de　Rolls；　naturally　gifted　with　extreme　sensibility；　on
  which　a　careful　education　had　imposed　due　restraint；　had　barely
  completed　her　twelfth　year　when　she　was　married　to　Martin　Guerre；　a
  boy　of　about　the　same　age；　such　precocious　unions　being　then　not
  uncommon；　especially　in　the　Southern　provinces。　　They　were　generally
  settled　by　considerations　of　family　interest；　assisted　by　the
  extremely　early　development　habitual　to　the　climate。　　The　young
  couple　lived　for　a　long　time　as　brother　and　sister；　and　Bertrande；
  thus　early　familiar　with　the　idea　of　domestic　happiness；　bestowed　her
  whole　affection　on　the　youth　whom　she　had　been　taught　to　regard　as
  her　life's　companion。　　He　was　the　Alpha　and　Omega　of　her　existence；
  all　her　love；　all　her　thoughts；　were　given　to　him；　and　when　their
  marriage　was　at　length　completed；　the　birth　of　a　son　seemed　only
  another　link　in　the　already　long　existing　bond　of　union。　　But；　as
  many　wise　men　have　remarked；　a　uniform　happiness；　which　only　attaches
  women　more　and　more；　has　often　upon　men　a　precisely　contrary　effect；
  and　so　it　was　with　Martin　Guerre。　　Of　a　lively　and　excitable
  temperament；　he　wearied　of　a　yoke　which　had　been　imposed　so　early；
  and；　anxious　to　see　the　world　and　enjoy　some　freedom；　he　one　day　took
  advantage　of　a　domestic　difference；　in　which　Bertrande　owned　herself
  to　have　been　wrong；　and　left　his　house　and　family。　　He　was　sought　and
  awaited