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            Act 1, Scene 5, p. 174 to 180.
            MOTHER 
              Ah! It’s you, Father. Please come in.
            PRIEST 
              Hello, my friends.
            MOTHER
                (To Aurore.) Come now, bring Father a chair. Show him that you’re a little girl who’s well brought up. (Aurore brings a chair over to the parish priest.)
            PARISH PRIEST 
              And where are the other children?
            MOTHER 
              At school.
            PARISH PRIEST 
              Aurore, why is it you don’t come to church anymore?
            AURORE
              I don’t go to church (She looks at the mother) because...
            MOTHER 
              She’s not very strong.
            PARISH PRIEST 
              You’re so pale. Are you sick?
            AURORE 
              No... Father.
            MOTHER
              She’s growing. She’s grown so much, this little darling. But she’s so pampered, so spoiled. And she doesn’t work. She gets up when she feels like it. Rather than see her get tired, I prefer to spend my nights working.
            AURORE 
              It’s true, Father.
            MOTHER 
              She’s not pious.
            PARISH PRIEST
              Since I’m here, so you want to say your confession?
            AURORE 
              Say my confession!
            MOTHER 
                (Aside.) What does he think he’s doing, that one?
            PARISH PRIEST 
              Tell me, do you want to?
            AURORE 
              Yes I do, Father.
            MOTHER 
                (Aside.) She’s going to tell him everything.
            TÉLESPHORE 
              C’mon woman. (He starts leading her out.)
            MOTHER 
             I’d like to stay and listen.
            TÉLESPHORE 
              C’mon, I don’t want this on my conscience.
            The mother and Télesphore leave. The parish priest sits down and Aurore kneels at his feet.
            PARISH PRIEST
              Do your parents take good care of you?
            AURORE 
              My father sometimes...
            MOTHER 
              And your stepmother?
            AURORE 
              My stepmother... she beats me.
            PARISH PRIEST 
              Often?
            AURORE
              Every day, Father, and sometimes many times a day.
            PARISH PRIEST 
              And your father?
            AURORE
              My father? He had just finished giving me a whipping when you came in.
            PARISH PRIEST 
              That’s why you were crying?
            AURORE
              Oh yes, Father. I cried a lot. But if that was only all.
            PARISH PRIEST 
              Come now, talk.
            Very soft music: 'Le Rosaire' (the Rosary), on the organ.
            AURORE
              My stepmother makes me drink lye and eat soap. She burns my hands with a red-hot iron. I have marks all over my body where she hit me.
            PARISH PRIEST 
              Oh! The hag!
            AURORE
              Sometimes I hurt so much, Father, that I feel that I am going and that my soul will leave the earth for good.
            PARISH PRIEST 
              No! No! That won’t happen.
            AURORE
              Don’t tell anyone what I told you, Father.
            PARISH PRIEST
              Have no fear, dear child, and trust me: I will find a way to save you.
            AURORE
              Oh yes, Father, please save me soon! Soon! I have no strength left.
            PARISH PRIEST
              Remember, you must have great faith in God. (He blesses her and helps her to get up. To the parents:) Come, my friends.
            TÉLESPHORE 
              What do you think, Father?
            PARISH PRIEST
              Télesphore, your daughter is very ill, gravely ill!
            TÉLESPHORE 
              You think so, Father?
            PARISH PRIEST
              I’m positive! She can barely stand up. As I listened to her short confession, earlier, I observed her closely: her sunken eyes, her thin face, her faltering voice--they’re undeniable! She is seriously ill, she must be seen by a doctor without delay. If she were to die due to neglect, you would have a crime on your conscience. As for you, Madame, be good to her. I know she’s not your child, but in marrying the father, you have made her your child and you owe her your love. In fact, I noted earlier, by your kind words, the extent of your devotion to her.
            MOTHER 
              You can count on me, Father.
            PARISH PRIEST
                (To Aurore.) Don’t be discouraged. Remember your prayers to God. He will help you. (To Télesphore.) As for you, don’t forget my recommendations.
            TÉLESPHORE
              I won’t forget, Father. Since you’re going up that way, maybe I could go along with you. I have business there.
            PARISH PRIEST 
              Of course, come with me. Goodbye, Madame.
            MOTHER 
              Goodbye, Father.
            The parish priest and the father leave.
            MOTHER 
                (To Aurore.) You talked, you!
            AURORE 
              No!
            MOTHER 
              Liar! You talked, I tell you!
            AURORE 
              No!
            MOTHER 
              What did you say? Tell me! I want to know!
            AURORE 
              The truth!
            MOTHER
              The truth! Well, you’ll never talk again. I’m going to burn your tongue!
            Aurore cries in pain. 
            CURTAIN