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:
I
have
not
forgotten
the
little
boy
who
went
into
the
sea
to
rescue
my
scarf
.
I
feel
that
I
must
write
to
you
to
-
day
,
when
I
am
going
to
Perros
,
in
fulfilment
of
a
sacred
duty
.
To
-
morrow
is
the
anniversary
of
the
death
of
my
poor
father
,
whom
you
knew
and
who
was
very
fond
of
you
.
He
is
buried
there
,
with
his
violin
,
in
the
graveyard
of
the
little
church
,
at
the
bottom
of
the
slope
where
we
used
to
play
as
children
,
beside
the
road
where
,
when
we
were
a
little
bigger
,
we
said
good
-
by
for
the
last
time
.
The
Vicomte
de
Chagny
hurriedly
consulted
a
railway
guide
,
dressed
as
quickly
as
he
could
,
wrote
a
few
lines
for
his
valet
to
take
to
his
brother
and
jumped
into
a
cab
which
brought
him
to
the
Gare
Montparnasse
just
in
time
to
miss
the
morning
train
.
He
spent
a
dismal
day
in
town
and
did
not
recover
his
spirits
until
the
evening
,
when
he
was
seated
in
his
compartment
in
the
Brittany
express
.
He
read
Christine
’
s
note
over
and
over
again
,
smelling
its
perfume
,
recalling
the
sweet
pictures
of
his
childhood
,
and
spent
the
rest
of
that
tedious
night
journey
in
feverish
dreams
that
began
and
ended
with
Christine
Daae
.
Day
was
breaking
when
he
alighted
at
Lannion
.
He
hurried
to
the
diligence
for
Perros
-
Guirec
.
He
was
the
only
passenger
.
He
questioned
the
driver
and
learned
that
,
on
the
evening
of
the
previous
day
,
a
young
lady
who
looked
like
a
Parisian
had
gone
to
Perros
and
put
up
at
the
inn
known
as
the
Setting
Sun
.
The
nearer
he
drew
to
her
,
the
more
fondly
he
remembered
the
story
of
the
little
Swedish
singer
.
Most
of
the
details
are
still
unknown
to
the
public
.
There
was
once
,
in
a
little
market
-
town
not
far
from
Upsala
,
a
peasant
who
lived
there
with
his
family
,
digging
the
earth
during
the
week
and
singing
in
the
choir
on
Sundays
.
This
peasant
had
a
little
daughter
to
whom
he
taught
the
musical
alphabet
before
she
knew
how
to
read
.
Daae
’
s
father
was
a
great
musician
,
perhaps
without
knowing
it
.
Not
a
fiddler
throughout
the
length
and
breadth
of
Scandinavia
played
as
he
did
.
His
reputation
was
widespread
and
he
was
always
invited
to
set
the
couples
dancing
at
weddings
and
other
festivals
.
His
wife
died
when
Christine
was
entering
upon
her
sixth
year
.
Then
the
father
,
who
cared
only
for
his
daughter
and
his
music
,
sold
his
patch
of
ground
and
went
to
Upsala
in
search
of
fame
and
fortune
.
He
found
nothing
but
poverty
.
He
returned
to
the
country
,
wandering
from
fair
to
fair
,
strumming
his
Scandinavian
melodies
,
while
his
child
,
who
never
left
his
side
,
listened
to
him
in
ecstasy
or
sang
to
his
playing
.
One
day
,
at
Ljimby
Fair
,
Professor
Valerius
heard
them
and
took
them
to
Gothenburg
.
He
maintained
that
the
father
was
the
first
violinist
in
the
world
and
that
the
daughter
had
the
making
of
a
great
artist
.
Her
education
and
instruction
were
provided
for
.
She
made
rapid
progress
and
charmed
everybody
with
her
prettiness
,
her
grace
of
manner
and
her
genuine
eagerness
to
please
.
When
Valerius
and
his
wife
went
to
settle
in
France
,
they
took
Daae
and
Christine
with
them
.
"
Mamma
"
Valerius
treated
Christine
as
her
daughter
.
As
for
Daae
,
he
began
to
pine
away
with
homesickness
.
He
never
went
out
of
doors
in
Paris
,
but
lived
in
a
sort
of
dream
which
he
kept
up
with
his
violin
.
For
hours
at
a
time
,
he
remained
locked
up
in
his
bedroom
with
his
daughter
,
fiddling
and
singing
,
very
,
very
softly
.
Sometimes
Mamma
Valerius
would
come
and
listen
behind
the
door
,
wipe
away
a
tear
and
go
down
-
stairs
again
on
tiptoe
,
sighing
for
her
Scandinavian
skies
.
Daae
seemed
not
to
recover
his
strength
until
the
summer
,
when
the
whole
family
went
to
stay
at
Perros
-
Guirec
,
in
a
far
-
away
corner
of
Brittany
,
where
the
sea
was
of
the
same
color
as
in
his
own
country
.
Often
he
would
play
his
saddest
tunes
on
the
beach
and
pretend
that
the
sea
stopped
its
roaring
to
listen
to
them
.
And
then
he
induced
Mamma
Valerius
to
indulge
a
queer
whim
of
his
.
At
the
time
of
the
"
pardons
,
"
or
Breton
pilgrimages
,
the
village
festival
and
dances
,
he
went
off
with
his
fiddle
,
as
in
the
old
days
,
and
was
allowed
to
take
his
daughter
with
him
for
a
week
.
They
gave
the
smallest
hamlets
music
to
last
them
for
a
year
and
slept
at
night
in
a
barn
,
refusing
a
bed
at
the
inn
,
lying
close
together
on
the
straw
,
as
when
they
were
so
poor
in
Sweden
.
At
the
same
time
,
they
were
very
neatly
dressed
,
made
no
collection
,
refused
the
halfpence
offered
them
;
and
the
people
around
could
not
understand
the
conduct
of
this
rustic
fiddler
,
who
tramped
the
roads
with
that
pretty
child
who
sang
like
an
angel
from
Heaven
.
They
followed
them
from
village
to
village
.
