Rimbaud's girl

Vitaly asked her maid to change the clothes she found for going out, and took two bags of gold coins from the cash box.

"You come with me too, Mrs. Reval."

Mrs. Reval is also from the provinces. She is not tall and has a strong body. She is a bit greedy for petty gain, but she is timid and easy to control.She is serious about her work and doesn't like to tell tales, so she can be regarded as a good servant.

Vitaly put on the skirt, but felt that it was inconvenient, and asked Mrs. Reval to find out her tennis trousers and shirt and change into it.

Gabriel knocked on the door, "Vitale."

She said to Mrs. Reval: "Ask Master Oran for a shorter coat."

He quickly found a short coat and gave it to Mrs. Reval.

"Hurry up." Vitaly took the coat, "I have to go and see Arthur, I don't know if he is seriously injured. He is very delicate, and he will yell when he hits the corner of the table. I really can't imagine How much pain he must have now!"

She hurried downstairs, "Is the carriage back?"

He also told the steward and servants, "Don't wake the master. If he wakes up, tell him that I am going to Rouen. Tell him about Arthur, but please take it easy. I will send a letter back in the morning."

It wasn't until she got into the carriage and galloped all the way to downtown Rouen that she became annoyed, "I should have told Arthur about London before, and I should have warned him not to meet that damned guy no matter what!"

She was furious. On the one hand, she did not tell Arthur because of her own opinion. On the other hand, she felt that Arthur was too stupid to go to see the dead bald man again. On the other hand, she hated Verlaine even more.

Her puffy look is very funny, Gabriel really wants to pinch her little face, but unfortunately he can't, so he can only put this little thought away.

"You can't know in advance, and you can't blame you for this."

"Of course you can't blame me, you have to blame that bastard Verlaine! Big bastard!"

Gabriel suppressed a laugh, thinking that this was probably the worst insult she could ever say.

"Don't worry, if it's just the left hand, the injury shouldn't be too serious."

She said angrily: "If he hurts his right hand, I must chop off both of his hands!"

So, just hurting your left hand, you can still be lenient, right?

Vitaly fails to find Arthur at the hospital.It is said that he came with an old woman whom he called "Mrs. Verlaine," who must have been Verlaine's mother.He was shot in the palm of his left hand, and the bullet was still in the palm, but he simply stopped the bleeding, bandaged it, and left with the old woman soon.

"Do you know which hotel it is?" She immediately asked the housekeeper.

"know."

So the group rushed to the hotel again.

Arthur was still living in his hotel room.

The circles of his eyes were slightly red and swollen, and his expression was a little tired and aggrieved. When he saw his sister, he was a little ashamed and quite excited, "Vitale—"

Seeing her brother, Vitaly felt relieved, "Let me see your injury."

Arthur stepped aside to let her into the room with Gabriel and Mrs. Reval.

"I asked the butler to go to the police station first, and I will go to the police station later. Are you going?"

Arthur frowned in annoyance, "What are you going to the police station for? See that bastard?"

"Then tell me, why did you come to see him secretly without telling me?"

He quickly blushed, embarrassed and ashamed, "You're so wordy!" But he immediately looked at Gabriel, "So it's like this—you came to Paris because you knew Verlaine had returned to France, didn't you?"

"Correct."

Arthur immediately glared at him angrily, "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Arthur! I'm the one to tell you. I don't want to tell you because I'm afraid you won't be able to resist coming to see him. How did he know where we live? How did he contact you?"

Arthur felt guilty and faltered.

Vitaly expected that he would not be lenient when he confessed, so she immediately changed the subject, "Why didn't the doctor take out the bullet? If the bullet gets stuck in the flesh, it will cause infection."

"Infection? What do you mean?"

"It will suppurate. You should sleep for a few hours, and I will take you to the hospital tomorrow morning." She immediately saw the wine bottle on the table and the wine glass on the bedside table.Forget it, let's not talk about him, a little wine will make him sleep better.A gunshot wound, it must be very painful, he should have already cried, because of Verlaine's madness, the pain in his palm, and also because of his own stupidity.

Vitaly left Mrs. Reval to take care of Arthur, and soon left the hotel with Gabriel.

They were the only ones in the carriage now.

Gabriel sat beside her and held her hand, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired, just...a little sleepy." She yawned and leaned on his shoulder casually. "Arthur is stupid!"

"Perhaps he loves Verlaine."

"I don't know, but if someone dares to do this to me, I don't care whether I love him or not, or whether he loves me, I will definitely let him cry and beg to die."

Gabriel pretended to be afraid, "Do I have to worry about the future?"

"If you listen to me obediently, I will treat you very well."

"Don't worry about that. When you come to me in the near future, I will listen to you in everything."

She smiled, "Gabriel, you can't fall in love with a girl you meet in Oxford or somewhere else. I'll wait for you to graduate from college, and you'll have to wait for me."

He hurriedly said, "Of course!"

The housekeeper had taken care of it, and when she arrived at the police station, she was taken to a confinement room where Paul Verlaine was kept.

Vitaly was a little surprised: she hadn't seen Verlaine for more than a year, and he had lost a lot of weight. It seemed that the life of elopement to London after leaving his previous rich life was not as good as he imagined—the deceitful guy was caught by the cunning The teenager cheated, no matter how you look at it, it is very ironic.

It's not that the time has not come.

A tick for a tick.

she smiles.

With a tired face, Verlaine asked expectantly, "How is he? Have you seen him?"

"He's fine." There was only a square table and two chairs in the confinement room, and it might be an interrogation room or something.

He began to sob, "He must hate me, no, hate me very much."

He did not sit down, but kept standing, with no shackles on his hands and feet.

Vitaly stood too, and Gabriel stood behind her.

"You almost ruined him before, but now, you completely ruined him." She said coldly, "I always thought you loved him and wouldn't hurt him, but look, what have you done? You first Broke his heart, played with his feelings for you, and now his body. He was a boy who wouldn't worry about what he'd have for breakfast tomorrow, and look what you've done!"

He started crying, "I don't want to—I don't want to, I don't—>>

Want to hurt him, I love him!I love him painfully! "

"You fart!" She said unceremoniously: "If you love him, you should think of him instead of coaxing him into your bed!"

Verlaine suddenly looked up at her in surprise.

"You think I don't know the virtues of people like you? You like young and beautiful boys, play with their emotions, and play with their bodies. You don't treat those boys as a 'person' at all. Look. Look, you got dumped by Leopold, I even wanted to give that little liar a good kiss - yes, you think you met him 'by chance'? How stupid you are! I know you I can't hide the fact that I like boys, I only need a few hundred francs to find a beautiful boy that you will definitely like, I just want you to taste the taste of being deceived and hurt by others!"

The expression on Verlaine's face changed from astonishment to astonishment, and then to resentment, adding a bit of shame, and confusion after a sudden realization, "No, that's not the case, how could you—you actually—you're a devil!" He shouted Frightened, "You are crazy! No, no, no! This is not something you can do, it's all Leopold...all that little liar who deserves to go to hell!"

"What? You can't stand being cheated on by a girl like me? It has nothing to do with Leopold's birth. It has to do with your disgusting dick. An unpardonable crime, you deserve to be stoned to death! You deserve hell! No, purgatory!"

Verlaine was stunned, and he was visibly depressed all of a sudden. He squatted on the floor, bumping his bald and shiny forehead against the back of the chair lightly, suffering from extreme pain and feeling helpless.

Gabriel thought to himself: My God!

Before he could continue to think about anything, Vitaly walked a few steps to Verlaine's side. He didn't know what he did, but he heard the man suddenly screamed loudly.

Gabriel was startled, and hurried over: he was afraid that this trapped man would suddenly hurt Vitaly.

Verlaine was lying on the floor with his legs curled up. There was a blood hole on his left thigh, and blood was gurgling out, staining his trousers red.

Vitaly stood up, also seeming a little panicked.

"What did you do?" he asked quietly.

"It's okay, let's go." She took the initiative to hold his hand, her palm was slightly sweaty and trembling.

He quickly led her out of the brig.

After getting into the carriage, Vitaly had regained her composure.

The butler asked outside the car door, "Miss, where are you going now?"

"Go back to the hotel. Mrs. Reval has already opened the room. I will go to the hospital tomorrow morning. If there is nothing else, we will return to the manor in the afternoon."

The butler nodded and told the coachman to go to the hotel.

The carriage runs.

Vitaly held a linen handkerchief in her hand and wiped her hands carefully.There were some blood stains on her fingers, not much, but it was very eye-catching on her slender and white fingers.

Gabriel silently took the handkerchief and wiped off the blood for her.

She sighed and said: "Old Mr. Flaubert is a surgeon—"

She only spoke half a sentence, and Gabriel understood it already. "Don't worry, even if he dies, I can find a way to protect you."

She smiled, "Yes, the worst thing is that I will go to England with you."

"Yes. But you don't really have to run away to go to England. If you want to leave now, I'll take you away."

She laughed again, "What are you talking about?"

"Do not be afraid."

"Are you afraid?"

"Me? Why am I afraid?"

"I should be different from other girls you know."

"It's better to be different."

"You're not like the other boys, even Arthur sometimes thinks I'm a little too eccentric to be a 'girl.'"

"Asher is your brother, he will worry that you are not ordinary enough. I am different," Gabriel was even a little proud, "I really like your 'unconventional'."

He didn't know where she hid the knife, and didn't ask.The Flaubert family's father and mother are both surgeons. It is normal to have medical books at home. The anatomical diagram is now a printed matter, and the bones and blood vessels are clear. She can do it on Verlaine's leg as long as she bypasses the blood vessels on her leg. Poking a hole won't make him bleed to death.

oops!She is so special!

He was very happy, and he didn't think she was "scary" at all. On the contrary, he felt that she really had a clear distinction between love and hate, and she had means and ability.He knew that she had some money, which was incomparable to him, but if she could make good use of her money to achieve her goals, she was a smart enough girl.He doesn't like girls who just giggle and smile, and when they encounter something, their face changes drastically and they don't know what to do.How boring!

She first used Leopold to make Verlaine distracted and in a trance, and then stabbed him quickly and accurately. She completed the double blow of spirit and body in a very short period of time, and her acting style was even better than that of Baron Oran. Sharp and tough.He thought that his father would definitely not like her. He would like to have such a smart subordinate, but he would not want such a girl to be his son's girlfriend or future wife.

But there is no rush.He was their only child, and he couldn't be reduced to the point where he had to run away from home to achieve his purpose.He has understood since he was very young that as long as he insists on one thing enough, in the end, it will always be his parents who compromise.

Vitaly took Arthur to the hospital the next day to have the bullet removed.

It was a minor operation. There were no drugs or antibiotics in this era. He just cleaned his wound with alcohol, made a small incision with a scalpel, and took out the warhead with tweezers.

It was very painful. Arthur was in such pain that two men had to hold him down so that the doctor could make incisions and debridement on him.After removing the bullet, the wound was carefully cleaned again, gauze was applied, and his left palm was wrapped.

Vitaly has been watching from the side.

She didn't let him drink, and asked him to remember the pain soberly.

"He will be sentenced, and I will find a way to keep him in prison for as long as possible." Vitaly glanced at Gabriel, and he promised to find someone to help.Verlaine will definitely be sentenced, but the difference is only a few years.

Arthur was pale and sweaty.He didn't say anything.

"He doesn't love you, but just wants to possess you. Just like you love me, are you willing to hurt me?"

"That...is different."

"It's the same. Loving someone will not want to hurt him, but will want to give him the best thing in the world, just want to see him laugh, don't want to see his tears. He will pay for what he has done The price, and you, you must resolutely and completely forget him. If you want to go to England, go with Gabriel."

Gabriel looked at her in astonishment, and immediately said, "Okay, it's very simple."

A few days later, Gabriel Oran celebrated his 17th birthday at the Crosval estate.

The procedure of the Rouen court went quickly. Three weeks later, Paul Verlaine was sentenced to three and a half years in prison for intentionally hurting others; the Paris court also sentenced Mathilde's request for legal separation almost at the same time.

Mathilde did not come to Rouen to visit Verlaine.

In the second week of September, Gabriel and Arthur Rimbaud left Rouen, took the train to Calais, and boarded the ferry for England.