The children were even forbidden to meet her, but they ran in secret to see her with her herd, quite far, almost half a mile from the village; they brought her treats, and some simply ran there to embrace her and kiss her, saying:
'Je vous aime, Marie!' and then rushed headlong home.
Marie almost lost her mind from this sudden happiness; she had never dreamed of anything like it; she was embarrassed and joyful, and the children, especially the girls, wanted above all to run to her and tell her that I loved her and had told them a lot about her.
They told her that they knew everything from me, and that now they loved and pitied her and always would.
Then they came running to me and with such joyful, concerned little faces told me that they had just seen Marie and that Marie sent her greetings.
In the evenings I used to go to the waterfall; there was one place completely screened off on the village side, with poplars growing around it; that was where they would gather with me in the evening, some even in secret.
It seemed to me that my love for Marie delighted them terribly, and that was the one thing, during all my life there, in which I deceived them.
I didn't disappoint them by confessing that I did not love Marie at all—that is, was not in love with her—but only pitied her; everything told me that they preferred it the way they had imagined and decided it among themselves, and so I said nothing and pretended they had guessed right.
And those little hearts were so delicate and tender: among other things, it seemed impossible to them that their good Leon should love Marie so much, while Marie was so poorly dressed and had no shoes.
Imagine, they even got shoes and stockings and linen for her, and even some sort of dress. How they managed it I don't know; the whole band worked on it.
When I asked them, they only laughed merrily, and the little girls clapped their hands and kissed me.
I, too, occasionally went in secret to see Marie.
She was becoming very ill and could barely walk; in the end she stopped helping the cowherd altogether; but even so she left with the herd each morning.
She sat to one side. There was a sheer, almost vertical cliff there, with a ledge; she would sit on a stone in a corner that was shielded from everyone and spend the whole day almost without moving, from morning till it was time for the herd to go.
By then she was so weak from consumption that she mostly sat with her eyes closed, leaning her head against the rock, and dozed, breathing heavily; her face was thin as a skeleton's, and sweat stood out on her forehead and temples.
That was how I always found her.
I'd come for a minute, and I also didn't want to be seen.
As soon as I appeared, Marie would give a start, open her eyes, and rush to kiss my hands.
I no longer withdrew them, because for her it was happiness; all the while I sat there, she trembled and wept; true, she tried several times to speak, but it was hard to understand her.
She was like a crazy person, in terrible agitation and rapture. Sometimes the children came with me.
On those occasions, they usually stood not far away and set about guarding us from something or someone, and they were extraordinarily pleased with that.
When we left, Marie again remained alone, motionless as before, her eyes closed and her head leaning against the rock; she may have been dreaming of something.
One morning she was unable to go out with the herd and stayed in her empty house.
The children learned of it at once and almost all of them went to visit her that day; she lay in her bed all alone.
For two days only the children looked after her, taking turns in coming, but afterwards, when they learned in the village that Marie really was dying, the old women of the village began coming in turns to sit by her bedside.
It seemed they started to feel sorry for Marie in the village, at least they no longer stopped or scolded the children as before.
Marie dozed all the time, her sleep was restless: she coughed terribly.
The old women chased the children away, but they came to the window, sometimes just for a moment, only to say:
'Bonjour, notre bonne Marie.'
And as soon as she saw or heard them, she would become all animated and, not listening to the old women, would at once try to prop herself on her elbow, nod to them, and thank them.
They went on bringing her treats, but she ate almost nothing.
Because of them, I can assure you, she died almost happy.
Because of them, she forgot her black woe, as if she had received forgiveness from them, because till the very end she considered herself a great criminal.
Like little birds, they fluttered with their wings against her window and called to her every morning:
'Nous t'aimons, Marie!
She died very soon.
I thought she would live much longer.
On the eve of her death, before sunset, I stopped to see her; she seemed to recognize me, and I pressed her hand for the last time—how emaciated her hand was!
Then suddenly in the morning they come and tell me that Marie is dead.
Here there was no holding the children back: they decorated the whole coffin with flowers and put a wreath on her head.
In church this time the pastor did not heap shame on the dead girl, and anyway there were very few people at the funeral, only some who came out of curiosity. But when it was time to carry the coffin, the children all rushed to do it themselves.
As they couldn't really carry it, they helped, they ran after the coffin, all of them crying.
Since then Marie's little grave has been constantly venerated by the children; every year they decorate it with flowers, and they've planted roses all around it.
But with this funeral also began my great persecution by the whole village on account of the children.
The main instigators were the pastor and the schoolmaster.
The children were absolutely forbidden even to meet me, and Schneider even undertook to see to it.
But we met all the same, we exchanged signs from a distance.
They sent me their little notes.
Later on it all settled down, but at the time it was very nice: I became even closer to the children because of this persecution.
During my last year I even almost made peace with Thibaut and the pastor.