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One
day
,
a
little
boy
,
who
was
out
with
his
governess
,
made
her
take
a
longer
walk
than
he
intended
,
for
he
could
not
tear
himself
from
the
little
girl
whose
pure
,
sweet
voice
seemed
to
bind
him
to
her
.
They
came
to
the
shore
of
an
inlet
which
is
still
called
Trestraou
,
but
which
now
,
I
believe
,
harbors
a
casino
or
something
of
the
sort
.
At
that
time
,
there
was
nothing
but
sky
and
sea
and
a
stretch
of
golden
beach
.
Only
,
there
was
also
a
high
wind
,
which
blew
Christine
’
s
scarf
out
to
sea
.
Christine
gave
a
cry
and
put
out
her
arms
,
but
the
scarf
was
already
far
on
the
waves
.
Then
she
heard
a
voice
say
:
"
It
’
s
all
right
,
I
’
ll
go
and
fetch
your
scarf
out
of
the
sea
.
"
And
she
saw
a
little
boy
running
fast
,
in
spite
of
the
outcries
and
the
indignant
protests
of
a
worthy
lady
in
black
.
The
little
boy
ran
into
the
sea
,
dressed
as
he
was
,
and
brought
her
back
her
scarf
.
Boy
and
scarf
were
both
soaked
through
.
The
lady
in
black
made
a
great
fuss
,
but
Christine
laughed
merrily
and
kissed
the
little
boy
,
who
was
none
other
than
the
Vicomte
Raoul
de
Chagny
,
staying
at
Lannion
with
his
aunt
.
During
the
season
,
they
saw
each
other
and
played
together
almost
every
day
.
At
the
aunt
’
s
request
,
seconded
by
Professor
Valerius
,
Daae
consented
to
give
the
young
viscount
some
violin
lessons
.
In
this
way
,
Raoul
learned
to
love
the
same
airs
that
had
charmed
Christine
’
s
childhood
.
They
also
both
had
the
same
calm
and
dreamy
little
cast
of
mind
.
They
delighted
in
stories
,
in
old
Breton
legends
;
and
their
favorite
sport
was
to
go
and
ask
for
them
at
the
cottage
-
doors
,
like
beggars
:
"
Ma
’
am
.
.
.
"
or
,
"
Kind
gentleman
.
.
.
have
you
a
little
story
to
tell
us
,
please
?
"
And
it
seldom
happened
that
they
did
not
have
one
"
given
"
them
;
for
nearly
every
old
Breton
grandame
has
,
at
least
once
in
her
life
,
seen
the
"
korrigans
"
dance
by
moonlight
on
the
heather
.
But
their
great
treat
was
,
in
the
twilight
,
in
the
great
silence
of
the
evening
,
after
the
sun
had
set
in
the
sea
,
when
Daae
came
and
sat
down
by
them
on
the
roadside
and
,
in
a
low
voice
,
as
though
fearing
lest
he
should
frighten
the
ghosts
whom
he
evoked
,
told
them
the
legends
of
the
land
of
the
North
.
And
,
the
moment
he
stopped
,
the
children
would
ask
for
more
.
There
was
one
story
that
began
:
