miiillstream flowed on, singing a pleasant song; now ai^^
then a ripe apricot dropped with a low sound on the turf*,
close about was all the radiance of summer flowers ; of
heavy rich roses, of yellow lime tufts, of sheaves of old-
fashioned comely phlox, and all the delicate shafts of the
graceful lilies. And in the warmth the child shuddered
under the scourge; against the light the black rope curled
like a serpent darting to sting; among the sun-fed blos¬
soms there fell a crimson stain.
But never a word liad she uttered. She endured to the
tenih stn ke in silence.
He flung the cord aside amongst the grass. " Daughter
of devils !—what strength the devil gives ! " he muttered.
Folle-Farine said nothing. Her face was livid, her back
bruised and lacerated, her eyes stiU glanced with undaunted
scorn and untamed passion. Still she said nothing; but,
as his hand released her, she darted as noiselessly as a
lizard to the Avater's edge, set her foot on the lowest range
of the woodwork, and in a second leaped aloft to the
highest point, and seated herself astride on that crossbar of
timber on which she had been throned when he had sum¬
moned her first, above the foam of the churning wheels,
and in the deepest shadow of innumerable leaves.
Then she lifted up a voice as pure, as strong, as fresh
as the voice of a mavis in May time, and sang, with reck¬
less indifference, a stave of song in a language unknown to
any of the people of that place ; a loud fierce air, wi^'h
broken words of curious and most dulcet melody, whicli
rang loud and defiant, yet melancholy, even in their rebel¬
lion, through the foliage, and above the sound of the loud
" It is a chaunt to the foul fiend," the miller muttered to
himself. " Well, why does he not come and take his own ;
lie would be welcome to it." And he went and sprinkled
holy water on his rope, and said an ave or two over it to
Every fibre of her childish body ached and throbbed ;
the stripes on her shoulders burned like flame; her littlebrain
was dizzy ; her little breast was black with bruises; but
still she sang on, clutching the timber with her hands to
keep her from falling into the foam below, and flashing her
proud eyes down through the shade of the leaves.