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Silent-footed, cautious, always on the alert for the danger which threatened him, he haunted Jacques Le Beau's thoughts and footsteps with the elusive persistence of a were-wolf a loup-garou of the Black Forest. Twice in the next week Le Beau caught a flash of him. Three times he heard him howl. And twice he followed his trail until, in despair and exhaustion, he turned back.
"I don't repent anything," returned Sainte-Hélène; and Gaspard's jaw relaxed, and he had the feeling of pin-feathers in his hair. "Is he a man or is he a wolf?" repeated the questioner. "The loup-garou is a man, but he takes the form of a wolf." "Not all the time?" "No, monsieur, not all the time?" "Of course not."
In the craziest legends of the chronicles there was no such scene as this. For one whirling moment Padraig believed everything he had heard or read of werewolf or of loup-garou. In the name of Saint Kevin, what could this be but the very lair of the beast? Yet Brother Basil showed neither fear nor aversion. Padraig knelt to kiss the outheld hand. "Father," he faltered, "they sent me to find you."
The wind lulled, so that for a space there was stillness outside. Jolly Roger laughed a little uneasily. "Good thing we don't believe in ghosts, Peter, or we would swear it was a Loup-Garou smelling us through the wall!" He thumbed the tobacco down in his pine, and nodded. "Then there is South America," he said.
"Given at Dole, this 18th day of January, 1573." In 1578, the Parliament of Paris was occupied for several days with the trial of a man, named Jacques Roller. He, also, was found guilty of being a loup-garou, and in that shape devouring a little boy. He was burnt alive in the Place de Greve.
Only the robe means much more, for, among men but one man could have slain the loup-garou, and in all the North there is none like it the robe of Diablesse! and it shall bring us luck and and happiness?" she added, the rich voice melting to softness. At the words the man glanced quickly into the face of the girl and encountered the shy, questioning gaze of the mysterious dark eyes.
Was it a loup-garou in the attic? was it a loup-garou that drew that long, sighing breath, as of a soul in pain; was it a loup-garou that now groped its way to the other staircase, that which led up from the woodshed, pausing now and then, and going blindly, and breathing still heavily and slow?
"You are a pair of superstitious old women," said I, digging my hands into my pockets; "you swallow every nursery tale that is invented." "What of it?" said Le Bihan sulkily; "there's more truth than lies in most of 'em." "Oh!" I sneered, "does the Mayor of St. Gildas and St. Julien believe in the loup-garou?" "No, not in the loup-garou." "In what, then Jeanne-la-Flamme?"
“Sir, whether you be loup-garou, werwolf, witch-b’ar or all them to onct, I do not care. What I want ter say is ef that tha’ ranch yander be your’n, you may hamstring me ef I hain’t proud to have such a man for a neighbor. Whatever else you be yore no shavetail or shorthorn, an’ that’s howsomever.
"Does monsieur not know? Monsieur Sainte-Hélène surely knows that a loup-garou is a man-wolf." "A man-wolf," mused the soldier. "But when a person is so afflicted, is he a man or is he a wolf?" "It is not an affliction, monsieur; it is sorcery." "I think you are right. Then the wretched man-wolf is past being prayed for?" "If one should repent"
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