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Saviour's. There was not a more restless soul or body in all the hemisphere than the soul and body of Carmen Barbille, as she went from this to that on the morning when Jean Jacques had refrained from killing the soul-disturber, the master-carpenter, who had with such skill destroyed the walls and foundations of his home. Carmen was pointlessly busy as she watched for the return of Jean Jacques.
Saviour's had of late shown a marked liking for the presence and person of Zoe Barbille; and Zoe was as dear to M. Fille as though she were his own daughter. He it was who, in sarcasm, had spoken of this young stranger as "The Man from Outside."
Well, here I am in trouble again my last trouble, and with the wife of a man that I respect and admire, not enough to keep my hands off his wife, but still that I admire. It is my weakness that I could not be, as a man, honourable to Jean Jacques Barbille. And so I pay the price; so I have to go without time to make my will. Bless heaven above, I have no wife "
"A man must get used to the idea of dying, or he will die hard," replied the master-carpenter, for he saw that Jean Jacques' hands were not so tightly clenched on the lever now; and time was everything. He had already been near five minutes, and every minute was a step to a chance of escape somehow. "I said you were to blame," he continued. "Listen, Jean Jacques Barbille.
"Excuse me, Monsieur Barbille, a minute please," he persisted almost querulously. "Be good enough to keep your manners... monsieur!" he added to the Financier, "if you do not wish to speak with him, there is a door" he pointed "which will let you into the side-street." "What is his trouble?" asked M. Mornay.
Well, I am alone all alone in the world, and I need her Mother of God, I need her more than I ever needed anything in my life! You have each other, but I have only myself, and it is not good company. Besides, the child is mine, a Barbille of Barbilles, une legitime a rightful child of marriage. But if it was a love-child only it would still be mine, being my daughter's child.
"Well, that's all right," he rejoined, "but how is it going to be done? Have you got a pistol?" He thought he was very clever, and that he would now see whether Jean Jacques Barbille was armed. If he was not armed, well, then, there would be the chances in his favour; it wasn't easy to kill with hands alone. Jean Jacques ignored the question, however.
He said that Jean Jacques' voice was not as he had so often heard it; but he would also frankly admit that he did not think madame played the song as he had heard her play it aforetime, and that covered indeed twelve years or more in fact, since the birth of the renowned Zoe. M. Fille had wondered much that night of June at the listless manner and listless playing of Carmen Barbille.
"It would be better for a great many people to be someone else rather than themselves for nothing; and he does it for money." "For money! What money has he got? You don't know. None of us know. Besides, he's a Protestant, and he's English, and that ends it. There never has been an Englishman or a Protestant in the Barbille family, and it shan't begin at the Manor Cartier."
She had been to you but to live with a woman day by day, but to be by her side when the days are done, and then one morning to say, 'Au revoir till supper' and then go and never come back, and to take money and rings that belonged to her! . . . That was her death that was the end of Carmen Barbille; and it was your fault." "You would do me harm and not hurt her!
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