Sometimes Frederi would walk around with rage and destroy the work of ten laborers … on other days who would spend hours, sitting in a corner, without moving. - Everyone is here … What's going on? What do you have? - My child, I don't want you to suffer so … Whatever she has done, that damn Girl from Arles, take her … we will give her to you. - You all must love me to make such a sacrifice! ... Vivette! - Mother, I think that with her, you will not be ashamed to call her your daughter. See more on Number 9.