红与黑-英文全本典藏

　　《红与黑（英文版）/英文全本典藏》：　　"I too should be very sorry to lose mine," replied the worthy cur6, in a voice swayed by ever increasing emotion.　　"What a difference ! " the gaoler answered promptly; "why you, M. le cur6, we know that you have an income of 800 livres, a fine place in the sun...　　Such are the events which, commented upon, exaggerated in twenty different ways, had been arousing for the last two days all the evil passions of the little town of Vemares. At that moment they were serving as text for the little discussion which M. de Renall was having with his wife. That moming, accompanied by M. Valenod, the governor of the poorhouse, he had gone to the cure's house, to inform him of their extreme displeasure. M. Ch61an was under no one's protection; he felt the full force of their words.　　"Well, gentlemen, I shall be the third parish priest, eighty years of age, to be deprived of his living in this district. I have been here for six and fifty years; I have christened almost all the inhabitants of the town, which was no more than a village when I came. Every day I marry young couples whose grandparents I married long ago. Verrieres is my family, but I said to myself, when I saw the stranger: 'This man, who has come from Paris, may indeed be a Liberal, there are far too many of them; but what harm can he do to our poor people and our prisoners? '"　　The reproaches of M. de Renall, and above all those of M. Valenod, the governor of the poorhouse, becoming more and more bitter:　　"Very well, gentlemen, have me deprived," the old cure had cried, in a quavering voice. "I shall live in the town all the same. You all know that forty-eight years ago I inherited a piece of land which brings me 800 livres; I shall live on that income. I save nothing out of my stipend, gentlemen, and that may be why I am less alarmed when people speak of taking it from me. "　　M. de Renall lived on excellent terms with his wife; but not knowing what answer to make to the question, which she timidly repeated: "What harm can this gentleman from Paris do to the prisoners?" he was just about to lose his temper altogether when she uttered a cry. Her second son had climbed upon the parapet of the wall of the terrace, and was running along it, though this wall rose more than twenty feet from the vineyard beneath. The fear of alarming her son and so making him fall restrained Madame de Renal from calling him. Finally the child, who was laughing at his own prowess, tumed to look at his mother, noticed how pale she was, sprang down upon the avenue and ran to join her. He was well scolded.　　……