Week 31: Castle: Chateau d'Espagne

But that wasn't her dream when she sat in the carriage with him. The prostitute spoke with glowing, feverish cheeks about a farm, about the countryside where the air is fresh and easy to breathe, where people are honest and simple, where her sordid background would be unknown or forgotten. The countryside was for her a purification, turning her into a child again, untouched and clean.
The perfect gentleman sitting next to her in the carriage, at an appropriate distance, was deeply moved. He felt he had helped raise this miserable child when he had helped her to dream, to give words to the images inside her. He looked at her naive, rosy cheeks that had kept a sincere pureness after all she had gone through, and he was content and happy when he raised his eyes up towards the road behind the driver, and he knew he was now taking her towards this dream.

D'après le roman "Les Mystères de Paris" d'Eugène Sue.