Since that time, she had not ceased to rail on
those who had seduced her son into celebrity and danger; and, after a
while, had been left to rail alone.
When nearly all the inhabitants of the town flocked down to the
river-side, anxious to escape from the wrath of the republicans, she
resolutely refused to move, declaring that if it were God's will that
she should perish under the ashes of her little cottage, she would do
so, and that nothing should induce her, in her extreme old age, to leave
the spot on which she had been born, and had always lived. During the
whole confusion, attending the passage of the river, she sat there
undisturbed; and though she saw all her poor neighbours leave their
humble dwellings, and all their little property, to look for safety in
Brittany, she did not move.
On the day after that on which de Lescure had passed over, she was
sitting alone in her cabin, and the unceasing whirl of her
spinning-wheel proved that the distractions of the time had not made her
idle. By this time all those who had lived immediately near her, were
gone.
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